The wheel of nature keeps on turning,
And summer once again became the fall.
Appreciating dry leaves burning,
We carry chairs out to the backyard wall.
And over there, the trees have shed their green
For yellow tones and ochre’s mellow gleam.
It’s slightly chilly. Slowly, with soft grace,
Some girls wrap shawls around in quiet space.
That’s it. Again we’re pleading
For warmth and light,
Above us, stars are twinkling
In our city night.
It s autumn in New York
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