Feet
numb
Grass
stabbing like icy swords
Octobers
chill brush my bare legs
The
sun glitters from behind the autumn leaves
As morning
gold blinding my eyes
Fields
saturated in lustrous light
Leaping
from puddles of sunlight searching for their warmth
Playing
with the trees like childhood toys
Birds
whistle their morning songs as they whirl around me
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