2015.10.25: drinking october

who knew grasses
had colors and textures
as varied as

autumn leaves
crunchy under bare feet

and rustling in the breeze
the last of the flowers

perfume the cooler air
better now than never

let me taste the fragrance
before the winter whitewashing

time to sleep and dream

cherry blossoms
again in my hand

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