Her hair falling in her face,
Refusing to stay in one place,
Her skirt,
Flapping in the breeze,
Skipping barefoot,
With much ease.
The tree,
In front of the house,
Was dropping leaves,
More quietly Than a mouse.
Though there is no snow,
I still think there is,
Wherever I go.
Gingerbread and falling rain,
Gives me no unhappy pain,
That summer is at an end.
Ah, Fall. I love it!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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2 comments:
It's much better in Boston! Although it only lasts two weeks there. =[ Oh but they are glorious!
Really?! :D:D:D Sounds like heaven!
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