Autumn Fare
The scent of earth after
a rainstorm
rests weightless in the
air swirling shiver around
my heart.
Kicking up leaves that
stick to my shoes
holding to.
Breathing the scent
of clean, pure
truth.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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