Autumn leaves fill the trees
a flurry of brown, yellow and green
hanging on by an inch, swaying precarious...
The corn seasons in bloom with a sea of stalks
bright red sweaters tangled with hay
apple cider-stained lips, stolen puffs of breath
into the chilly air.
Pumpkin spice dreams and golden brown patterns
etched in the mind and blood red stitched quilts
covering young children, wrapped and swaddled tight.
Crunching leaves and frost ground underfoot
tramping a journey of a changing season
where the air feels alive
and so do you.
I have been trying to post this for days but the school computers won't let me post for some reason. This piece is really wonderful Lauren. Apple cider-stain lips is probably one of the cleanest images I've read this year. It is so beautiful. This entire poem makes my head feel fantastic.
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