I can smell october coming
streching her beautiful arms out to touch my cheek
the wind becomes a sweet sting on my face
long sleeves and bluejeans
toes and noses pleasntly frozen and
the stale smell of september is lifting
ever so slowly
as the leaves will soon be falling off my tree
then autumn will put her crunch in them
and my barefeet will become
convered in colorful shards of a mosaic
delicatly sprinkled accross my lawn.
fall is so alive
colors make my eyes look brigher
I am an Autumn
spending my afternoons wraped in a
fleece blanket
doing homework in the backyard
and drinking apple cider
so thick and sweet
never even attempting to finish off the last gulp.
October is coming and music fills my room
crisp harmonies for crisp breezes
I drown myself in Simon and Garfunkle,
and I float under seven blankets
window still wide until the air freezes
and becomes opaque with breathe
and despite the fogged cars in the morning
the days run smoother
and my smile runs wider.
autumn is a gift I'm given each year
8:51 pm - 28.09.03
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