Inspiration's at its peak, during fall.
The way the sun shines across the leaf littered lawns in patches.
Shivering under your favorite comfort sweatshirt,
and becoming completely self aware that nature is taking its final breath.
Even now I hear the cries of a wind chime,
warning us all of the impending dangers brewing.
We survive the fun and madness of Halloween,
only to be completely gorged with Thanksgiving,
followed by the most festive, yet gruesome of holidays.
Still we don't run for the hills.
Every now and then I have to stop and take a breath,
admire the beauty and ugliness of it all,
then move into another year of loss and rebirth.
Oh how the world turns,
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