The scent of autumn
trespasses by the name
of our paths---
as our paths intertwine
with one another;
scraping its way out
to welcome the cold,
but warm, and familiar
wintertime.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
The scent of autumn
trespasses by the name
of our paths---
as our paths intertwine
with one another;
scraping its way out
to welcome the cold,
but warm, and familiar
wintertime.
Honey smells like a wintertime to me.
Goodbye Autumn, I guess?
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