Fall Ariving

Steaming dragons breaths in the dark, sweating brows in the light.

The ground shifts its colors,

specks of reds, orange, yellow brown.

Movements are explosive, as we wade our way through a sea of dead leaves.

The world saturates its colors, bright vivid waves pounding our pupils.

Trees shed their weight until, soon, they will be nothing but skeletons.

Nights get crisper, the stars twinkle brighter as the moon hangs in the blackness.

Now is the time of the night, sucking away the rays of the day,

warning us that there is something harsher coming.


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