Obligatory Poem About Autumn

it’s in seasons of fleetingness that we have to remind ourselves to slow down,

sometimes it physically hurts me to look at the sky and know that it will never look quite

the same again.

that this moment i’m existing in now is already beginning to slip away, and be replaced

by another.

autumn is such a brief time of year, but she makes her presence known, bursting with

color as she sings, all good things must go some time.

and as i hear her melodies, i am intoxicated by her breezes and her red gold tresses

trying so desperately to breathe in as much of the fall air as I can, and quickly gather

up the pumpkins spilled like giant orange beads across the fields.

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