The Soul Heals with the Coming of Autumn

It’s time to harvest crunchy apples and pumpkins.

Summer is gone, and autumn has finally arrived.

Blustery winds on moonlit nights chill the bones,

But a glass of cider and I am fully revived.

Dressed in a flannel shirt and old blue jeans,

I stand still as a scarecrow in the fields.

The music of the falling and rustling of leaves

Reminds the soul of the healing nature wields.

Written for the Wordle #341 from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The twelve prompt words are in bold print.