My Autumn Chair

My autumn chair beneath my tree
Sits outside, beckoning to me.
My tree adorned in warming hue
Beneath clear skies of calming blue.
I take a book and songs with me.

Listening to my mp3
A breeze rustles the canopy
Dancing leaves dervish down next to
My autumn chair.

After some songs, it gets chilly
Yet I can’t leave so recklessly
For I know not what I would do
Giving my abandonment to
My autumn chair.

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