Autumnal
And she is everywhere
And everything
The chilling of the air
The crisping of the leaves
The first teeth of the wind
Howling through the grasses
Swaying in the boughs
Of the painted trees
Autumnal
And she is beautiful
And kind
And vicious too
She slays summer
Slowly
With orange and gold and gray
Then she dons a coat of white
And calls herself winter
And all creation bows
Before her terrible wrath and beauty
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ashqn3nm
have you seen rottenangelpoetess on ig? great poem btw
No , I don't have Instagram
by Shannara; ; Report
oh mb. have a great day anyways
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