Gently grazing deer completely desensitized to the humans running past their idyllic copses of grass and young wood.
Crisp mornings and warm, humidity-less afternoons. Well, before Global Warming happened, at least.
Squirrels gathering nuts. (Aside: I realized this morning that I wasn’t entirely sure which tree is associated with acorns and that this was something I should probably know by now. I looked it up. Oak.)
Pumpkin everything madness. Which, yummmmmm.
Oktoberfest. Also, yummmmmmm.
Leaves. (Aside: We have leaves at other times of the year, too. But have you ever noticed that we only notice in the spring when they’re budding and in the fall when they’re dying? There is some sort of anthropomorphic metaphor here for a philosophically minded poet to explore. My gift to you.)
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