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Close your ears and your eyes Suddenly you know you can fly I know autumn’s coming I feel the atmosphere thrumming It’s just a feeling in the air Not tangible, but I know it’s there It echoes in my nostrils Touches my neck with lost thrills The grass remains forest green But at corners sickly brown is seen My fingertips tingle against the land The dying earth’s heroic last stand It’s still warm as midsummer’s eve But sunflower breezes take their leave In their wake with all it can muster Is a chilly rolling northern bluster I gallop down the twisting street A delicious scent and my own thumping feet Invisible fingers caress my hair It slaps at my face and arms bare. Trees bend to earth to see what they may find Dangerously near cracking, or is that my mind? Leaves rustle, bows creak Listen close to hear the weather speak The sky is almost empty, it looks so still For the moment it’s like a silence you must fill Then the wind changes direction abruptly And freezes my bones subtly
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
Autumn Prose I
Close your ears and your eyes Suddenly you know you can fly I know autumn’s coming I feel the atmosphere thrumming It’s just a feeling in the air Not tangible, but I know it’s there It echoes in my nostrils Touches my neck with lost thrills The grass remains forest green But at corners sickly brown is seen My fingertips tingle against the land The dying earth’s heroic last stand It’s still warm as midsummer’s eve But sunflower breezes take their leave In their wake with all it can muster Is a chilly rolling northern bluster I gallop down the twisting street A delicious scent and my own thumping feet Invisible fingers caress my hair It slaps at my face and arms bare. Trees bend to earth to see what they may find Dangerously near cracking, or is that my mind? Leaves rustle, bows creak Listen close to hear the weather speak The sky is almost empty, it looks so still For the moment it’s like a silence you must fill Then the wind changes direction abruptly And freezes my bones subtly
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
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