Tuesday, October 12, 2004

fall

ephemerality of Fall

fragile colors

sweet smell of damp leaves

sweet smell of dry leaves

chilling air on ones neck

golden warming sun on ones head

makes me feel vulnerable and extra sensitive

sends a shiver down my past

uprooting and baring time

like a raw piece of slimy chicken breast slowly sliding down a sheet of cold metal

that ends in Winter.


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