This is the time of year where I live
Here I am
Present. Alive.
My heart thumping and fluttering
With every crunching leaf.
This isn’t Fall for me
I rise. I shine.
Become divine.
I soak up orange swirl and brown curl.
I take from this season. I use my sight.
For the rest of the year.
I write.
(c) Slumpless
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