Tuesday, November 8, 2016


by Shane Young

The wind whispers, the leaves change
Brittle air blows in your face
The cement is no longer simmering
The sun is now hiding
But beauty is all around you

From green to yellow to orange to brown
From flimsy to delicate with audible sound
Soon coveted by blankets of snow
Quickly enough, the seasons may go
But beauty is all around you

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