Breathing in
Freshly cut
watermelon
And warm, rich honey
The day before Autumn comes.
Breathing the many sweet scents
of Summer,
The day before Autumn comes.
Passing by a ground’s man,
Who wields wood chips
as mulch.
Breathing in its deep, woody
scent,
The day before Autumn comes.
Breathing, just breathing,
The
sweetness of fresh air.
It’s
easy to breathe in
The day before Autumn comes.
Breathing in is,
Getting
harder.
Autumn is almost here.
please note that it is already fall :) but I was thinking back on when it wasn't yet when I wrote this.
Love the pictures that come to mind when I read this. You have a way with words!
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