Autumn


I thought I loved Autumn but
Perhaps I loved the way the crisp air got tangled in my knit sweater
Perhaps I loved the way each leaf brushed against my skin
Perhaps I loved the scent of nutmeg in my coffee
Perhaps I loved the sound of the trees dancing
Or was it that I loved the feeling and not the reason
That I love the change but not the season

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