September

September

The leaves blow
Little whirlwinds
Around my feet.
Frantically-
Dancing around
My boot clad feet.

The sun shone
Bright, cold and crisp
Into my eyes.
Distinctly-
Shinning into
Blue ice-crisp eyes.

My hand reached,
Fingers spread wide,
To touch hard earth.
Rigidly-
Chilly fingers
Touching hard earth.

My soul breathed
Frosty inside,
Life to my heart.
Carelessly-
Breathing in life
For my pale heart.


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