If I were a season,
I would be
the season of ever changing leaves,
trickling down along the wind,
sliding across roads of asphalt,
gloomily crackling as pairs of
lone feet read on,
making their way home
to their warm escape of love, and laugh
while I, autumn, watch.

By Raina, 5th grade
[photo by well taken via flickr]

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