Monday, September 18, 2006

Waiting

Do you look each time
You go outside
For that first leaf
To bravely show
Just a whisper of
Orange, red or yellow?

Do you breathe in
Slowly to get a hint
Of Autumn sneakin' in?

Its comin', youngin's
I feel it in my bones.
I hear it in my sleepin'
Taste it when
I lick my lips
As I hunger for
A cool, ramblin' walk
In the hills back home.
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