Amid the heady aroma of campfires and fallen
leaves
Underneath a canopy juxtaposed with fiery reds
and brilliant golds
Touched by cool breezes that stroke our hair and
kiss our cheeks
Undoubtedly flirting with us before we’re chased
indoors by the bitter cold
Moments like these seem to pass as quickly as
they come
Never lingering long enough to become
unwelcome
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