I can feel Autumn in the whisper of
wind in the trees, like a symphony made
of sighs and sweet nothings. Blue skies above
me contrast brightly as the green leaves fade
to varying shades of fire; this is how
I know that Fall is not only a cold
season, but full of warmth as well. So now
Summer will go, and it never gets old
for me. I will open my arms and heart
in welcome- no one could keep us apart.
TA-DAAAAA!
A love poem to Fall ♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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