Writing a poem isn't as easy as watching autumn.
The leaves fall down in front of my face
Ants and insects covered without a trace.
The wind blowing through my fingers
The birds around me linger.
The thoughts attack my mind
Sorta the way it was designed.
I'd rather skip to summer
When these thoughts are farther.
Just come and sit with me
We can sit here gaily
Pretend all is well
Cause when I'm with you
No one can tell
I need a rescue.
We can throw grass at each other
Everything will be just chipper
Maybe for a moment
I can tease my mind
That it really doesn't
Have much to unwind
But it's like autumn
it comes and goes
right on time
like it was designed
- Natalie M. Wright
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