I stroll the street my thoughts ride the air with every breath <br />Wind swirls to scrape my cheek reminding me to be vigilant of its looming bite <br />A young woman clutches hand to chest keeping the chill from becoming too familiar <br />Trees sway littering the air with their infinite supply of photosynthetic messages as <br />An inquisitive child gazes skyward in search of blue but can only find its melancholy, <br />Weeping mist onto blushing leaves <br />All around ubiquitous creatures scuttle about cheeks full like rucksacks crammed to capacity while <br />Chimneys marked aroma signal it’s that time of year, aromatherapy for my soul <br />Ahh, autumn my capricious friend I’ve been expecting you<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-73/
