A Taste of Fall
The hug of freshly baked bread.
The nose tingling of pumpkin spice sprinkled in everything.
Auburn lined streets that cause a crunch between my feet.
Kisses from the wind lead to blindness from its speckled gifts.
Gathering dreams and harvesting conversations.
Longer nights to snuggle in, means shorter days to juggle with.
All the flavors of Autumn’s delight. A short season but mystical one.
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