the cold air
presses against my lips
as the wind roars
among the tree tops.
the leaves dance as they
free fall from their everlasting branches
and fade away into the
dark sky.
as my hair is combed
by the cool night air
goosebumps crawl up my spine
and my eyes begin to water.
the smell of this air
the stiffness in my bones
the sound of the cold
summer has given up.
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