Crisp Autumn leaves
scatter the ground.
Cooling soon to be winter
breezes snake through the trees.
Sounds of the fading summer
gently die off in the distance.
One step forward
wearing the comfortable sweaters.
Another step sipping
the hot chocolate or cider.
Whichever is your preference.
Boots encounter a smelly mess
making you realize
you should have walked along the non-dog path.
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