The smell of fall is what gets me the most,
Pumpkins, apple cider, the dried leaves.
The weather brings sweatshirts and bonfires
And a festive atmosphere to the community.
I observe the grace and beauty of the transition,
Not just of the seasons, but of the people too.
I wonder if I will still appreciate this,
When I’m as weathered as the leaves that litter the hard
ground.
I wonder if the novelty of autumn lies within my
inexperience.
Surely the colors of October don’t dull with time,
The smells never fade,
The serenity is never exposed.
I hope bliss is not ignorance,
But rather is true and beautiful,
Undefined by time, I wish
Fall was forever.
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