On the Brink of September

April 17, 2012
I run and hide for cover from the ember.
But, i find myself on the brink of September.
The stale air tackles my nose.
Assaulting my sense with,oh,heaven knows
The surprising crunch alerts me to the leaves
The smell of Fall is riding on the breeze.

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