The sky has gone white,
and for the first time this season,
the air tastes like winter trying
to settle over autumn.
.
Crisp, frosty crystals,
filmed through water,
frozen onto the last scraps of green.
.
The air remains quiet,
almost as if you can hear
the earth breathe.
.
It’s still,
it’s… calm.
I breathe with it.
.
The cold, minty air meets
the back of my throat as I inhale,
my breath rising in a thin
silver trail as I exhale.
.
Frost gathers over the colors
that struggle to hold on—
the first hint of a season
they weren’t built for.
.
A season I wasn’t ready to meet,
yet it finds a quiet place in me.
.
I let the moment take me,
the way winter takes
the last of autumn.
About the Creator
Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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