"Fall" 

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A poem by: Isabeau Ezlyn Blair

I’ve never been one to like sunny days. That’s a secret that I’ve never told anyone before.

 

The sun is always too bright for my blue eyes and the heat is too difficult for my damaged body to handle.

 

I prefer a partly cloudy day, so I can make designs out of them. A cool breeze completes my perfect day, leaving a smile on my face. 

 

When the temperature doesn’t get too high and the wind removes the leaves from the trees. I can revival in the beautiful colors changing the landscape. 

 

The smell of damp earth sends tingles through my body, touching my soul. Letting the slightest flicker of candlelight in the otherwise dark space.

 

That’s the moment when I know my favorite season is soon approaching. 

 

I didn’t know I was falling for fall.