Autumn Splendor

I'm sitting at my desk writing this. 

The breeze is blowing heavily

on my lazy body.

The scene outside is familiar and haunting.

Bringing back memories I thought were once dead.

Autumn leaves lay in puddles and cars fly down the wet road;

My favorite sound in the world...

For reasons unknown.

The season is at it's peak, snow is rushing in.

But if it can, just for awhile; not come until December.

I want to remember this chilly November.

I want to remember the small orange trees under

the lamp posts in the parking lot.

And how much I've craved this Autumn splendor.

- C.N. (11/09/11)

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