With October fast upon us
autumnal breeze sways barren trees
pumpkins become jack o’ lanterns soon
woodsmoke wafts in brisk night air
dead leave strewn, blown everywhere
cackling witches swish past a full moon
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debradujour 
Softly writ, ethereal. Though it is warm, I felt a chillness, I trust not a prelude to a discordant winter.
Nice.
Cheers!
Thank you. As you are one of my favorite poets, this is a high compliment and I appreciate you stopping by to have a read!