Autumn
I feel the shivering cold of the newborn autumnthe howling night breeze, washing over my body laying under warm covers
no gentle rain
just cold, sobering breeze
slowly withering away the summer
The lake still warm
I lower myself into it
floating in that memory of the hot summer days
I pull my wool sweaters closer around me
as the season I love
the only season I ever fall in love in
washes upon me
riding upon the northern winds
and I
smile
Poetry by SecretWords

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Written on 2011-08-10 at 11:11



