|Aaron's evil cat has struck once again.....And my damn scanner cut out my signature, once again.|
A poem about AutumnFall peaks around the corner and when you go around that corner it isn't there. But when it does appear it is beautiful yet melancholy.A poem about Autumn by ~bunnykiller23
Sensed before seen or heard. A breath of something not present or defined.
Bitter sweet ending, and an awakening to how fleeting life is, as the trees turn to fire and the grass to dust.
Sharp sense of mortality quickening footsteps and urgency tinging every moment.
Golden fizzing cider, crisp leaves, a sweet smell of decay in the air, wool sweaters that itch like mosquitoes biting.
The promise of a fresh start, yet nostalgia tinges all actions.