smell mid-september
when you inhale deeply
The cool air already feels different.
The vibe feels different.
October sprung quick
and left me as is
Touched me with sweet fruity light scents
and floral citrus hues
Citrus hues to orange hues
Falling autumn leaves
And chrysanthemums
November at some point
Now the cold is here,
Blinking amber lights in the streets
freezing but somehow warm
December wrapped with nostalgia
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Ukiyo
PoetryJapanese (n.) "the floating world"; living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life.
