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Autumn Dawns Again

byHorus_rules©

Autumn Dawns Again
There are many reasons I like the season. First, it is the season that I drew my first air. The fresh newness I feel with each morning brings me such joy. Fall is a time that most think of dying and fading away. However, old things must go away, so that new life can return in the spring. Fall, a season that renews us, feeds us, and makes us reflect on where we have been and where we will go.

Autumn is so much like a woman to me; I feel her soft, cold, sensual touch in the morning as I rise from my slumber. Her cold touch can warm up rather quickly, sometime too hot to handle in the conventional ways. She can make me shiver and sweat in the same moment. Oh, how I love her touch, I can still feel her for hours after. Her soft, gentle breezes caress my skin, making me to feel all warm within. I shudder quietly as the sensation ride up and down my spine. I often find it hard to breathe and a million thoughts race through my mind.

Her smells, how they captivate me; so clean and fresh, with just a hint of musk strewn through the air. I could stand and breathe her inside me for all of the day. And when she has been gone, I long for when I may next breathe her sweet perfume. Smells that seem so much more intense in her air.

Autumn has sounds all of her own, so far off and mysterious. From the gentle moans of the forest, to the load cries from the air, they are a symphony I hear with my eyes closed tightly. I can still hear her in my mind, even when she has gone for the longest time.

Who could ever doubt Autumn's beauty, her auburn hair, dark mysterious eyes and skin that is so fair. Her hair is the tree tops, so full of sunlight and color. It sways freely to and fro. Her eyes are the night sky. They twinkle and shine as never they can at any other time or season of year. Her skin is the corn that is waiting to be reaped, ready to share it bounty for those who can agape its silky, brown hair.

When she leaves me in sorrow, in the cold winter air, I await patiently for her return. I say to her with a prayer, "Oh, please, do not stay from me so long. Autumn dawn, so fair, come back soon, so that we can share all the treasures that you have to offer in your season’s warm air."

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