BREATHE OUT

There was a breeze of shivers

forcing on a weather thick coat

and wool hat while hands sheltered

in pockets wished for home.

The last of leaves tumble and glide

to a waiting surface, their fleeting

beauty carpets the ground.

The rising of chimney smoke quickly

curves over, merging silently into an

ocean of cold air. The aroma of night

suggests the beginning of December.

Spring patiently waits to breathe out.

 

 

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