Orange October


As the fragrant autumn breezes rip through the sharp air
And the leaves cascade
Through the fresh atmosphere,
Vibrant hues coat the trees and shrubs that line
The city streets.

The ground transforms into a crisp graveyard for the fallen leaves,
Stealing their moisture
For its own greedy indulgence.

Gradually,
Nature begins to reset itself-
Poisoning the air with an orange October.

I have waited far too long to dance among the burnt leaves
And bathe
In the October sunlight.

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