An Autumn Walk in Central Park


A light breeze brushing my cheek,

Turning my face rosy.

Leaves falling from the trees

Into my long, blonde hair.

Taking step after step

Onto the concrete path.

A sip so strong

Of the hot apple cider,

Sliding down my throat.

I keep going and going in bliss.

Enjoying this autumn day

In my peacoat and boots.




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