autumn came crashing on us with a thunder storm.
in the summer time, spring and fall have a battle.
october wins, every time.
there's fire in your eyes, you stay inside
on a walk, i smell trips to the north and canoes rides.
secret lines swing into open space.
we move with the season and the sway
oh you're not dead, just hiding away
i promise to stay until life does the same.
1 comment:
autumn is coming my love. there is fire in my eyes and joy in my spirit. i LOVE that you are writing
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