The crunchy Autumn leaf changes its mood once again.
A crisp green transforms into a burnt auburn glow.
I sink into my kingdom of leaves,
underneath the grand sugar maple tree.
The brisk wind pinches my cheeks into rosey swirls.
My breath leaves my body in a thick white fog,
and I lose myself in my surroundings.
Suddenly crystal drops of water fall from the sky,
slide down my face,
and make a home in my hair.
The grey sky bleeds its way into my eyes.
I sit and let it all pour down on me.
Let it wash me away into a presentiment abyss.
The seasons will keep changing.
I will keep changing.
Change can be a very beautiful thing.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
The crunchy Autumn leaf changes its mood once again.
A crisp green transforms into a burnt auburn glow.
I sink into my kingdom of leaves,
underneath the grand sugar maple tree.
The brisk wind pinches my cheeks into rosey swirls.
My breath leaves my body in a thick white fog,
and I lose myself in my surroundings.
Suddenly crystal drops of water fall from the sky,
slide down my face,
and make a home in my hair.
The grey sky bleeds its way into my eyes.
I sit and let it all pour down on me.
Let it wash me away into a presentiment abyss.
The seasons will keep changing.
I will keep changing.
Change can be a very beautiful thing.
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