There's magic in the air,
For it’s that time of the year.
Autumn has arrived.

And now it is time to cool down,
So pull out your terry cloth gown.
Another Summer we have survived.

The leaves are Yellow, Gold, Red, and Brown,
It’s the perfect time not to frown.
And magic has been revived.

A calm, crisp, cool, morning air,
Sunlight shines without a glare.
A new sense of peace is derived.

In memory of what once thrived,
We celebrate all that nature has contrived.

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A/n: For those of you who feel confused, it's now Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere.

I feel like there aren't enough poems about autumn and the beauty the season has to offer.