When I think of this piece I remember warm autumn days gone by. Where the shadows are longer and a crispness begins to fill the air in the late afternoon. 
The smells are of drying grasses and apples that drop to the ground. Warm aromas drift out from homes in the neighborhood.
Lights within come on earlier and radiate a comforting glow.
The rustle of leaves already fallen fill my ears.
The moon too seems bigger. The big orange moon we always called the harvest moon.
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"The smell of dried grasses and apples on the ground..." I remember that fragrance on the ranch in Napa when I was a child. Thanks for that memory.
Fall is in the air even with our still summer like weather. I'm making Halloween treat bags today.
Your house and full moon are a delight as is the poem that goes with it so nicely.
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