crisp
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I see that day now,it’s gold-sunlight kissedwith apple crisp air on my lips.Tart laughter stained our cheeks,and our eyes glittered,feasting, on the velveteensincerity of each other.
A melody played on the wind
Tangles itself amongst the smoke
Air crisp with cedar pine
Still cold while the sun has broke
A gentle lull of a new day
Rousing all from slumbers full
Rich caramel leaves
Once green and full of life
Lie anxiously, waiting
For pressure to end their strife
Controlled by wind
Frail and frightened
As the days grow shorter
