Saturday, October 20, 2012

Tis the Season

Each day passing
more timely than the last. 
And each breath is fresh;
The scent of ice is here. 
Like in a movie 
the cars and people pass by,
conversations and classes rush. 
I'm waiting for the snow to come. 
This is my favorite season.
It's like a room;
the magazines are old, 
the people come and go, 
and the anticipation is ripe
each time a name is called.
each time a leaf hits the ground. 
each time a drop of rain hits me.

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