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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