leaves and people
rustling in the grass on crisp colorful pillows
pumpkins heavy sitting on cornfields and scarecrows
straw, hay, chapped lips and static
pie crust, the steam from hot apple sider
thawing the ends of noses
eyes tear, blink
but don't cry
because tomorrow the first snowflake falls
and fall falls to the ground
with flakes and frost
a new feeling.
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