I inhale the crisp air
like the first bite of a September apple.
My senses are hyperly aware
of the beauty of this moment
Sunshine desperately desiring to warm my cheeks
as the crackling, sunburnt leaves, float by.
I inhale again
and all that is autumn in the Midwest
fills my lungs with such abundant gratitude
it spills over into my longing heart
satisfying the place
where beauty, and grace,
pain, and sadness collide-
forming such thanksgiving-
i have few words to compare.
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