Fresh
The sweet seductive smell of crisp
clean air from the north gently
hugging the soft tissue of the lungs
rejuvenating life into the
body’s precious cells.
Trees with a beautiful ambiance
of a fire dancing within the cool
wind, shedding colors of bright
orange and the most vibrant of reds.
Mother nature’s kind gift of relief
upon the end of summer’s vicious
heat brings in skies of baby blue with a perfect night consumed
with stars so bright as the earth now can sleep
with ease.
This metamorphosis of the season brings change amongst Gods precious
creations of life in the calm
of fall before the violent storms
within winters artic air.
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