it's sunset

step outside

the breeze is blowing

wisps of cirrus cloud

the sky is blue

the geese are leaving

farewell

we say

and don't mean it

mean it please for once

the turning leaves will thank you

the frost has come

quietly along its hands bound

cut it free

run your hands through the asters

the goldenrod

the sunlight at the end of the street

always just around the bend

Posted in response to the challenge Relax.

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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