*chills race threw the air
color spurts from the trees
the world around seems gray
sniffles creep
children giggle as they disapear in discarted leaves
arms wrapped circled one another
snuggling is a routene
days shrink
the sun plays hide and seek
pull sweaters tight
autumn is in the air*
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 8:26 AM UTC
*chills race threw the air
color spurts from the trees
the world around seems gray
sniffles creep
children giggle as they disapear in discarted leaves
arms wrapped circled one another
snuggling is a routene
days shrink
the sun plays hide and seek
pull sweaters tight
autumn is in the air*
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