I lift up my head.
In honour of autumn
I colour life brightly.
In honour of autumn
I draw a new template
I turn a new leaf
I breathe again
I breathe anew.
I smell autumn on the air,
I feel it with the trees,
In the leaves,
In the sun
And the distance that grows between.
In honour of autumn
I think new thoughts.
In honour of autumn
I see life differently
Than the blinding brightness
Of summer
Or the soft whiteness
Of winter.
In honour of autumn
I feel alive again.
And here you were thinking this was just a poem. Nah, ya dolls, my tribute to autumn is much more intimate than intricately woven words.
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