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The end of summer...
the air is crisp and clean,
there are cotton jeans
and comforting tee's,
worn for white blankets;
a regular turn of the collar,
laced in nature’s geometries,
breathing the end of summer.
there are cotton jeans
and comforting tee's,
worn for white blankets;
a regular turn of the collar,
laced in nature’s geometries,
breathing the end of summer.
Published 15th Aug 2014
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15th Aug 2014 11:12pm
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16th Aug 2014 1:28am
16th Aug 2014 00:21am
soon it will be knitwear and
warm socks, and winter brings
the joy of scarves, tripping like
drunken cats around our upper
halves..:)
warm socks, and winter brings
the joy of scarves, tripping like
drunken cats around our upper
halves..:)
It leaves me with a warm fuzzy feeling, and then the leaves... beautiful is the autumn... :)
16th Aug 2014 2:17am
17th Aug 2014 8:10pm
17th Aug 2014 9:52pm
I had a great summer all things intended... back to the books. Autumn will be lovely though, I'm sure of it.. :)
18th Aug 2014 1:28pm
18th Aug 2014 5:31pm
5th Sep 2014 5:48am
I too anticipate autumn. Refreshing, is it not? Well, the anticipation, I mean. Though both as well.
This poem is like an arm around one's shoulders.
This poem is like an arm around one's shoulders.
