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I poem I wrote while watching the people leave and arrive at Bruce Hall from the wall across the street.

Autumn
by Michael Morris

By the white streetlights
People move to and fro
Some to escape the moonless night
Others, to fill their souls in it.

Closing your eyes from the world around
You feel the cool breeze hold you
As Autumn’s touch slowly surrounds
And fills one’s heart with hope.

For, in this place, Autumn brings life
As the touch lets one escape
From the Sun’s scorching knife
And slowing begin to live again.

And with it, a soul is renewed
For these times bring closer
The revalry and joy that can not be subdued.
With the festiveness in the three months.

Which brings an end to our year.