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Autumn falls over the first frost,

softly covering the turning woodland,

into a deteriorating landscape.

Beneath the October sky,

overlooking a deciduous forest,

keeping warm near the fireside.

In a burgundy winter fleece,

with cinnamon colored coffee.

From my cabin I am lost,

in the scent of burning leaves.

Amidst all of the colors of autumn,

I am reminded, how beautiful change can be.