The wind creeps up and sways against your face
So sharply that it surprises you.
It's that time of year
that everyone wants to roast marshmellows and cuddle.
When the leaves pick up in the crystal
clear cutting wind;
is the time when you must exchange your old
tee shirts for your favorite wool.
When you retire into the long sleeves and boots
is the realization that October is coming.
We need to start readying ourselves for the colder weather.
Because it'll be smart for us to be ahead of the game;
when the sun leaves us alone in the dark night
just like how the leaves fall after the autumn essence disappears on us.
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CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
