Thursday, September 23, 2010

wooly sweater

as the leaves turn
i miss home the most
the leaves here aren't the same.
i want to see them in brilliance
scatter the grass,
instead of the streets.
i want to take brisk walks at night
wearing my mittens and fur hat.
i want to wear my wooly knitted sweater, snuggled up in your arms,
most of all.
but here i don't have that;
the leaves aren't the same,
the walks aren't the same.
i want the peace of a true fall day.

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