Aurora Magazine 2017

Karen Munoz Autumn Leaves

The crisp air caresses my face, gently, playfully, In the breeze, autumn leaves sway gracefully. The colors of autumn stem from emerald leaves, Coming of the season preludes to Hallows Eve. Cold autumn nights clash against the hues, As the artist’s mind creates worlds from muse. Laughter abounds amongst holiday cheer, Undoubtedly, my favorite season is here.

We gather together with a sense of belonging, Filled with glee for hayrides and pumpkin carving.

Nostalgia reminds of bonfires gone by, The season’s end is where leaves go to die.

And when these autumn leaves decide to go, I’ll remember this feeling of awe and woe. An extreme winter cold behind the chill leaves, I’ll weep not for my beautiful autumn leaves.

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