What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 12

Autumn will slowly begin to arrange

No longer the iced latte mornings

Rather a warm espresso in exchange

To demolish the coldness forming

Your legs now covered in distressed denim

With tree leaves gathered carelessly in a pile

Fading away is your sunshine heaven

The summer glow tainted and out of style

A flash of ever present gold jewelry

Peeks out of turtlenecks and dark red lips

Saying bye to summer heat in a eulogy

A new season covering as an eclipse

Formerly gone the optimism of summer

Rather the realism of a fall slumber

Falling into Change

Rylie Occhipinto

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