Fall
The trees outside my window changing
orange then brown
Twilight is red, vibrant. Alive.
Bleeding skies burst through my closed window
Then, I must open it.
Children are well in session
Packing sweaters in the misty morning
Harvest is ripened
as chilly October winds cut through the farmer's wheat
The air is playful, light, fresh
Two poles together
Harmonious nature-if you look around-you'll see
See the budding; new life, a new songbird
Opportunity before the lazy winter
And people still cry as the foliage change
Fall sweet rain
It's like a promise it'll be OK
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