autumn's here.

[opioid_insect]

you can tell by the wind
by fresh cut wood
all stacked to dry

Introspective melancholy and poignant, learn-ed, instinctual memory
comes on the wind, same time every year.
Leaves turn, rain's like monsoons or leaky-condos or broken faucets.
Or cold clear afternoons
By the river, through the fence, on the tracks, through the grass
When everything's

Comments

[prinzessin]

I feel it too

(give me your address! and I will send you something pretty)

[pillzz]

Oh, nice!

I listened to Autumn's Here so often last year. It was a good lonesome, but happy song. Good for enjoying Autumn. Though I am still waiting for a nice, brisk, dry day. Less common here, with all the rain, but perhaps all the more enjoyable due to their rarity.

You know what? I am going to listen to that right now.

[veridiandusk]

yes!
Most favourite time of year. Ever.

[mnemonic_device]

i do also like fall and its autumnals