Golden Autumn

Of the four,
it is my favourite season.
The spirits wane,
hibernating, romanticising.
It is the perfect time to dream.

The heat is gone,
but there is warmth in the golden leaves,
the windy rains and the rainy winds.
Secrets get ready to go back
to their handcrafted wooden chests.

The trees shed their clothes,
wounds are healed
and the past goes to rest.

Of them all,
this is my favourite season.

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