Wading through Sunlight
Ripples across the road
Smiles dance upon the horizon
Humming busily
I see the greyness
Outbid by colourful delight
Leaves leap to their deaths
In an ecstatic moment
I hear the wind whistle
As it rushes on to fresh wonder
Tickling the toes
And unseating careful hairs
I smell the seasons
Turning and changing
New fading to old
To become once again anew
I feel shivers gather round my ankles
Coats drawn closer
Scarves playing windy tug of war
Chills creeping like incy wincy spider
I don't taste anything because that would be weird.
I'm not about to be licking leaves
What if a dog has urinated on it
Or some nasty ass man has trunched over it with his nasty ass boots?
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