Crisp air inhaled like delectable smells of Grandma's pumpkin pie
Multicolored leaves drip from the tall woods
Coating the ground with crunchy petals
Holding on tight, with all its might,
The last leaf rustles in the chilly autumn breeze
It is the chosen one out of millions
Where rakes usher the rest into shameful black trash bags

Quarterback throws the football with a perfect spiral
Receiver jumps into the air, tucking the ball tight under his arm
Defense fiercely charges toward him
Barely nudging his arm
Bystanders gasp as the ball tumbles from under his grip
Freshman second string, fortunate enough to stand on the field
Scoops it up with one hand
Darting for an eighty-yard touchdown: dodges, jukes, owns

Scarecrow guards the patch, clutching the sky with its straw hands
As flamboyant parents and children explore the pumpkin patch
In search of a potential jack-o'-lantern.
Peering around the pasture
One boy spots a flawless pumpkin: round, smooth, ideal for carving
Sunflowers dance in the nightfall
Cheering on the little one

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