Sunday, October 12, 2014

I Had Me a Bowl of Color

low-hanging branches of gold
dance in the wind waving their
invitation to come out and play

browning leaves carpet the
still-green grass with the
crunch of that perfect first bite

invited, enticed, seduced, I step
out into the magic of it all – this
fall – and I had me a bowl of
color for breakfast today

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