It is Autumn now.
A clammy heaviness
lingers in the air.
When the sun
is gone
a subtle chill
slips
through muscle
and skin
like a knife.
I am never
very cold
this time of year,
only anxious
and uneasy.
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Author:
Trenz Pruca (
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Comments3
Autumn is my favourite time of the year. That slight chill in the air is revitalising to us all.
Andy
A nice write Trenz.
I'm hot blooded by nature and so tend to favour cooler climates but somehow I still relate to the 'unease' you mention, thought provoking,
good read
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