By James Cuellar
the cold wind blowing threw my jacket
I feel it on my arm
chilling sensations down to my feet
there is no threatening harm
you see I love winter but yet I love fall
the rustling tree leaves
and once in a while one would fall
the gray painted sky
with soft white rolling clouds
low as it can be and
covering the earth like a shroud
so sad it seems to see
everything die but yet so beautiful
so pleasant to the eyes
and colors giving birth
to a brand new earth
The distant sounds of a freight train
brings racing memories
through my mind that could be heard
when I think of all the hot muggy days
and sweat that blinded my eyes
to feel this Autumn breeze
so gentle and so mild
subtle relaxed feeling
to me is no surprise.
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