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It's Coming 

Autumn is flying in
On the wings of banded pigeons
Gathering as they do
As the days grow shorter.

It's ripening
With apples, pears, and blackberries
Fragrant in the late summer heat.

It sings out
With insects in the warmth
Of night chasing the
Golden glow of a
Harvest sunset Below the horizon.

Autumn is coming
And we are racing
To be ready.

Dottie Simmons, Dinsmore

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