Ode to Autumn by Tequila Petty
A single leaf strokes the ground; the Earth shivers rightfully at its touch. Like a gentle peck upon one’s lips, it doesn’t ask for much. Dawn breaks, the wind chants prose, leaves fall one by one. Rust kissed colors circle my head as they impersonate the sun. Autumn’s sweet fragrance satisfies my nose: a craving a bee would comprehend. It attracts me, like honey dripping from the palm of nature’s hand. A wonderland of warmth shades in a new perception all around. Harvest gold beginnings, and crimson magic. A fresh trail I have found. The last leaf descends, a pariah traveling alone. With one last glance I stare at the tree with brazen, brittle bones.
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