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Seasonal Carousel
Gabriel Walker
The leaves start to wither Crimsons, ambers, and sunburst oranges paint the horizon The air is brisk, giving our lungs energy The sweet aroma of pumpkin pie permeates the kitchen We all gather for our traditional feast The cold air violates our warm exterior shielding The ground is painted white with powder Trees stand naked and bare The fire radiates heat that slowly crawls throughout the home Outside is lifeless, a tapestry that we gaze upon Thunder roars like a lion, shaking shelves in our home Trees begin to redress and flowers bloom with beauty People flood to beaches in swarms Morning dew coats the grass Rain haphazardly drizzles down the window The air is dense and heavy, feeling like a heavy wet blanket Sunlight relentlessly sears us, showing no mercy The smell of freshly cut grass wafts in through the windows The salty taste of sweat on our lips reminds us of the heat The nights long for memories to be made 13
