Of all the days within the year
I relish but a few
those cold Autumnal mornings
as the sun glints on the dew
when air is cold and crispy
and leaves brown on the trees
then flutter down like feathers
in the gentle morning breeze.
Why do cold Autumn sunny morings make you feel so alive?
Or is it just me?Authors comment
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Published on e-Stories.org on 04/19/2011.