By Sharee Wanner
In the crispness of the air I feel
A newness and a rebirth of my soul.
With each sunrise I am warmed with
Energy and light.
I am renewed with every cool breath
That I take. I feel invigorated with
The kiss of the wind on my face.
All does not die in Autumn. It is
Preparing for the frigid, yet soft,
Winter layer it must wear until the
Unclothing in the Spring.
Unclothing in the Spring.
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