The wind is whimsical
A flittering breeze scoops up leaves
They swirl in a slow jazz paced tsunami of
Bulbous Browns,
Robust Reds,
Ostentatious Oranges,
Yogic Yellows, and
Gregarious Greens
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The sun shimmers in the eye of this storm
Warming the chill in the air
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Outside feels like the inside of a fuzzy hat
The runners are still in their shorts
Pumpkin spice is barreling out of cafes
Parks are filled with lovers
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It's all very Hallmark
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The moon clocks in earlier
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The air is abrasive
The wind has whooping cough
Your breath gets sealed off mid speech
The trees go bald
Shards of ice slit the skin on its way to the ground
Clusters of fluff parade from cloud to earth
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The sun shows up to work
Shellacked of it's glimmer
The toastiness has dissipated
The people have to warm themselves now
About the Creator
Jada Ferguson
A poet/writer whose ideas/concepts usually come at the most inopportune times. The pull to bring my vision to fruition can be felt in every piece. Really trying my best to be my best.
Creator of #StoopHaikus (soon to be a phenomenon)
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