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.
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