The cool air assaults me as I step outside
The dogs lope gracefully in anticipation
The sun glints against the coloring leaves
Some trees already ablaze in glory
The trail is firm and welcoming
The dogs throw caution and romp
Light filters and flickers through thinning leaves
Our feet crunch on already fallen
Apples crisp and pears, too
Cider bracing and sweet every morning
Still produce in great abundance
Meals a treasure like no other time
My autumn high
And what a wonderful high!
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