Staring out the open window,
the wind blowing
scattering the fallen leaves
red, yellow, and orange
an autumn breeze
chills my skin,
making me shiver,
looking up at the sky
cloudless and blue
birds flying around
calling to one another
soon out of sight
another breeze
rustles the trees
causing them to sway
seeming as though
they are dancing with the wind
some of them bare
preparing for winter
others still clinging
to the last of summer
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