there begins a touch of autumn

Leaves bring a scent of change

Turning and rustling as they

Slowly fall and cartwheel

Across space in a hint

Of restlessness, or so

I feel as the bright moon

Almost full, polished cream,

Rotates on a ferris wheel

Of clarity, round and round

Whispering wind.

 

 

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