After the sweetness of Summer
and before the cruelty of Winter
there is a tender space of peace
where pumpkin and spice,
lovers and friends
all come together with ease.
Come take a walk
When the Sun renounces its throne
and the breeze holds your hand.
Listen to lonely birds
perched on park benches
wait their turn.
Count the stars in the Autumn sky
and know that, like I,
they may be dead
and a long way from here,
but will shine your way
home.
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