You can feel it. fall's arrival
the dark storm driven clouds in the mountains, ready to rain down. the air's cold feather touch —chilling my senses and granting a break from the sun's relentless heat
the leaves drift in the wind, carried through the sky like crows flying to a nearby branch
the air is thicker, though lighter. there's no more worry about the sweltering weather, but if there is a need for a steaming cup of tea this morning to grant what warmth is available
fall is coming. and with a new season comes a new me.
-fall is near
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
