by Kiria Pepe

Created on: September 12, 2009

Autumn leaves, sway in the autumn breeze,

brushing my face as they fall, endlessly falling.

The atmosphere is dry, the leaves are dry

crunching underfoot reminding you that

winter is nigh, and the tormented winds

will once again be with us, ferocious in the

journey, let out of their confines to blow us

this way and that, so gentle by comparison

are the autumn winds, caressing the leaves

to their destination, turning them such beautiful

hues from our imaginations, remembered

autumn days from our childhood, remembered

times of pending days of rain infested afternoons,

of gloomy skies and the promise of snow underfoot.

Autumn leaves, brush my face, falling, falling in my memory.

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