fall springs upon me like
new winds and full moons.
like the dusty reds of broken hearts.
the smell of fresh dirt
attacks my nostrils like
like
like - the dew rain in mississippi.
it's a strange feeling:
fall.
it's sensual overload.
it's like a brand-new pack of crayolas
and too many pages in my favorite coloring book.
but i love it:
fall.
the earth signals change,
and so, like a child heeding her mother -
i will follow.
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LKP
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