by Kelsey Winters

Created on: September 04, 2009

Muted leaves fall from their homes above
Red, green, brown, golden
Their simplistic perfection marred
By the angry blades of the mower overhead

Tiny white flakes, no two the same
Dance gracefully down to their lazy gathering
Until a tromping child runs through
To gather the flakes into one indistinguishable snowball

Clean, white daisies push out through the moist soil
Warming their petals in the bright morning sun
As the orange tabby cat comes to bite their heads off
Then hack them back up on their bodies

A sandcastle is erected from the warm, moist sand
Its turrets standing proud for passers-by
When a spontaneous wave bounds into the coast
And washes all traces of the sandcastle away

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