I woke up one morning
to crisp air and leaves
the color of sunsets,
shades of red, yellow, and orange,
standing out against summer's last breath,
hues of green blending with autumn's sparks,
soon to grow to a blazing inferno,
a flame,
one of nature's many works of art,
not permanent,
but temporary,
though sure to come back once more,
and there is just something in the air,
a sensation of renewal,
a new beginning,
that lets me know
that things may change,
but like the slow metamorphosis of the seasons,
change can and will bring new opportunities,
oppurtunities to show the world your strengths,
and to find where you fit in,
in this changing beauty that is our Earth.
The coming of autumn
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alive
The stars are reflected in the glimmer of the headlamp's light on the snow
And the air is frozen-- it feels like the sensation of holding your hand under water so burning hot that
it begins to feel cold
somehow.
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November
A day as grey as
the clouds above it
And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light
with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence
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pondering
If life is full of the little things
like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend
then I have nothing to look forward to
because there is good in every day.
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