Autumn Contentment

Calendar pages into the wind ~

small kites limning cursive loops

on the whims of the air.

Freedom breathes up

through the colors of a pastel fallout ~

the smells of dawn mixing into a new, unknown day.

Like the first, fresh whiffs of Autumn,

when the earth turns away

from a long, sweltering summer ~

spinning up leaves of our new contentment.

 

~ tracy

 

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