Two-hundred and Twenty-two: autumn springs

i am done with summer. it was too much
heat. i got burnt too many times and i
never even went into the fucking sunshine.

i want to sing a different tune. i want
to flick to the channel of autumn.
dancing leaves ought to make me

smile. there is a breeze knocking
on my door. i want to let it crawl
into bed with me. there is plenty

of space and it would be nice
to see someone else’s face; for
there is magic in the autumn wind.

it swings in the spark of my wink,
in the smile twirling on my lips,
in my hair fluttering like a thousand

butterflies. the autumn wind speaks
to me. it says, you will never run out of
octobers, and they will never run out

on you. you can always start again.
it is time to rebuild. shed those tears.
and spring for a new beginning.


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4 thoughts on “Two-hundred and Twenty-two: autumn springs”

  1. The other day I noticed trees are starting to shed their leaves. Kind of sad, but I’m ready for a break from the heat.

    1. The only thing I dislike about autumn is that it is followed by winter. Winter and I? Not such great friends. Except for the whole big woolly hats thing. And Christmas. OK, some other stuff too. I just hate the cold basically!

  2. I was trying to think of a way to describe how I feel about autumn coming, but the words eluded me. Now, the void has been filled. Thank you.

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