this sort of takes you full circle, as in you can read to the end and pick up at the beginning... it loops, i guess you could say :))

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fall.

the trees on the

horizon

resemble a

sunset

reds and oranges

vermilions

pale yellows and

pinks

your hand in mine

feels like a

promise

perhaps the promise

of forever

we stroll through the

park

as though we have

forever

here

we only have

moments

that will pass us as

quickly

as the birds overhead

flying

south

past monaco

in preparation for

winter's chill...

it's watercolor skies

for the time being

streaks of

brilliant gold

and

tranquil blues

as we crunch through

the leaves

on the path

as though we are

children

still

as though we have

not a care in the world

as we spin into

bakeries

and dance

out of them

as the sun dips

below the horizon

and the world is

showered with the

pastel hues of

a piece by

monet

as the sunset fades to

the black of

dresses we wear

as we run through the

streets

drunk on

champagne

laughing our way into

winter.

the icicles have

frozen

onto the gutter's edge

soft mittens and

snowmen

litter the sidewalks

forlorn and discarded

like pieces of a

puzzle

nobody bothered to

solve

cafes are bustling

as the snow comes down

in delicate

spirals

the flakes catch

in your dark hair

and you smile

nose pink, eyes bright

we trail our

fingertips

across icy window panes

letting our

warm breath

expel

and melt the

frost away

time feels like it is

frozen in place

and as we

near

the boulevard's end

you slip an

arm

around my waist

as though promising

you will be here

as the seasons change

to

spring.

flower petals and

sunshine

the rains come and go

like the rising of the

tides

picnics are planned

and then forgotten

replaced by

shopping dates and

trips to the

beach

the waters finally

warm enough

to swim in

once again

wisteria begins to

grow

tumbling out of

window boxes

down onto the

pale yellow stone

willows brush their

limbs across the

cool grass

squirrels chase

each other

up tree trunks

as the afternoon

passes on

light seeps from

every crack

between branches

dappled sunshine

passes over the

dew-coated

flower beds

bathing the world

in golden

washing the

earth

of its sins

of the grime of winter

preparing us

all

for the start of

summer.

the sunlight

paints the tips of the

waves

a shining

white

it brushes over

hair

caressing skin with the

tenderness

you can only find in

soft, pressing

kisses

the sky has had

enough

of breaking open

for storms

and the cotton balls

dotting the sky

are no longer

daunting

but glorious

a cloudscape that

you'd only find

in an oil painting

or a pixar short

the grasses are

trampled

from thousands of

walking feet

and if you're out

late enough

you might catch a

glimpse

of giddy, young

lovers

swinging their way

around a streetlamp

the trees are full

of dark green leaves

the branches

reaching out

over paths of

dirt and gravel

gardens are packed with

flowers of all sorts

twining up towards

the heavens

as they get their

last tastes of

sunlight

before the world

continues on its orbit

and we're back in

fall.