Jeremy C Kester

a poem

There’s something about
The time when the cold rolls in
Summer finally taking leave
Moving south with the geese
Breath starts to cloud
Stealing warmth from my nose
I love it
Even while shivering in spite
I admire the leaves change
From green to falling brown
Quiet except for rustling hope
Waiting for the snow to follow
I wish to stay longer
Like the summer though
Soon it will give way
Maybe wait a little longer
Maybe this time

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