Season Of Fall

Blistering chill

Of the winds howl

As rains beat down on your face

Darkened forests

Frosted pines

The fallen dew before the rains

Frost on the window pains

The howling so loud it could define any soul

Gusts of 95 and more

Air so wicked and cold

That ice balls begin to fall

And they say this season is fall

Thunder rising up quite a stir

Lights flashing in the storm

Lightning blinding any eye

The mystery is being born

In intriguing curiosity

As night falls into day once more

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