Autumn.

I can feel again.

I can see again.

I can breathe again.

.

The cold earth beneath me wearily smiles,

though blemished and scarred for miles and miles.

Travellers lay on blankets of leaves,

Crippled and broken, they laugh as they breathe.

.

The woodlands begin their annual sleep,

As squirrels bury their treasures down deep.

Fluttering feathers blanket the blue,

Heading due South to begin life anew.

.

Deciduous plants transform into bones,

Their hollowing barks turned into our homes.

I begin my slumber alongside the wind,

As it holds our hands tight and pulls light in,

.

I can feel again.

I can see again.

I can breathe again.

.


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