Signs of Fall
When summer is departing
and fall is arriving,
the wind whips through the trees
and spooks the cat.
The leaves consider
wearing bold new colors.
In the corner of my room
my mother builds a pile
of new notebooks and pencils and paper.
And when I bike past the school,
I start hoping my new teacher
isn’t too strict
and that my friends and I
are all assigned to the same class.
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