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Another person's LJ entry reminded me of my favourite poem. Autumn is a season filled with sensual details - the splashes of orange, crimson and gold amongst the evergreens, the smell of dirt and decay mingled with fresh fruit and vegitables, the sound of the geese honking as they fly south in the V-formation, the crispness of the morning. While I have no favourite season or holiday, I do love this delightfully earthy time.

( The Cinnamon Peeler )