Autumn

Autumn;
forgotten memories;
ambers, yellows, reds;
the song of things past;
Stop and think.

The air sharpens,
and instead of enveloping,
it pierces through
Winter has come;
And autumn leaves me
anticipating what’s to come.

Autumn

iridiscente

Guatemala City, United States

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