Friday, September 14, 2012

A Poem


Cool weather kisses my arms
My legs are warmed by boots that hug them close
Sweaters and scarves are draped over my frame

The sun is going to sleep earlier
The moon is staying up later
The skies are bluer
The clouds are fuller

Spices waft on the breeze
Across fields of pumpkins and squash
Eager to make their ways to the table

Grass is fading
Trees are changing

Mrphumph adnum mrphumpuh

Sorry, Fall just shoved its hands down my air passages.

Someone send me some
And/or some antihistamines?


Open them first
So the authorities don't confiscate them
For personal use.

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