soft, sweet,
open air autumn, apple spices,
wrap your fingers around the cup for warmth
find some kind of faith
in
sleeping through the static
cold hands, shivering, hands in pockets
rocking back and forth
lyrics i can't easily forget

photographs, too
pumpkins and passing cars

i am capricious. so much so.

wrapped in
scarves and coats and sweaters

and winds are always changing
but the same nine songs are always playing

this is my august & everything
this is suriving september better than
before, october passing in the blink
of an eye

for seasons and people that matter
tiny vignettes of beauty
every day

this is me,

my fall

ing

xx



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