My neighbors can’t stop crying and it’s not my fault

Yesterday, I caught my neighbor sobbing in her front yard.

She pointed to her driveway and blubbered, “It’s starting.”

Oh, dang. She was right.

No wonder everyone is on edge.

As the saying goes, ”What comes up must come down.”

We just say, “Drat, it’s autumn.”

or

“Honey, buy gas for the leaf blower.”

or

“Where the heck did the driveway go?”

Rather than complain about my upcoming battle with the leaves,

I’m cooing to my leaf blower.

Oh, leaf blower, how I love thee so.

Don’t tell my husband that you are my beau.

During the autumn, my esteem for you grows,

I’ll cook you dinner and serve a nice red bordeaux.

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Care to submit an ode to autumn in the comment section?