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Autumn walk. Two.
My footsteps trudge and slip,
as I set off down the path.
The icy wind attacks my lungs
as coldness reeks her wrath.
The trees all take in turns
to open up my senses.
I stumble, nearly fall,
as I climb moss ridden fences.
The crows all shout abuse,
from high above the ground.
As vee shaped geese are leaving
with an echo for a sound.
The colors all around me,
assault and burn my eyes,
while a watery sun hangs low,
in greying Autumn skys.
On a day like this i"m thankful,
that my senses number five.
For on this Autumn morning
it feels good to be alive.
I don't know which I love more, this one or the first. Both capture something and have a meaning. I couldn't agree with the last line more, when you go out and see the beauty that is nature, you can't help but be glad you're alive.