Amidst the Apple Orchards
An Autumnal Ode in Alliteration
April's abrupt arrival,
Autumn air, an archaic survival,
Amidst the apple orchards, awakens anew,
An age-old appreciation, absolute and true.
Alluring aroma of apples abound,
Astonishingly abundant on the ground,
Auburn leaves adrift, amid the breeze,
Amicable atmosphere, as far as one sees.
Adventurous amble through the autumnal aura,
Affirms the abundance of nature's flora,
An awe-inspiring ambiance, absolutely grand,
Aesthetic beauty of fall, across the land.
As afternoon arrives, and the day draws to a close,
Autumn's allure and splendor steadily grows,
A bonfire's blaze, an amusing affair,
A moment in time, forever to share.
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Absolutely lovely.