Season Contest
Colors of a blazing fire merge into the air,
Separated by the arms of a body preparing to go bare,
Crimson delight exposes my eyes,
To Various shapes and unusual sizes,
Detaching from trees, while slowly dancing beside me,
The smell of kindling lumber,
Reminds me of those restful slumbers,
Breathing in the fresh, cool air,
Before the frosty, cold gets here,
Underneath the crescent moon,
Blankets become my personal cocoon,
Harvests find their homes,
While setting up the seasons tone.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest Fall
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