Thursday, November 5, 2009

Poetry in Motion

What is it about a deep breath during a brisk fall night,
that makes everything in life seem even that much more beautiful?
No matter your mood.
Walking down the street on a fall night,
looking up as you take in the freshness of fall air,
all you see is beauty.
Whether it be a leaf crinkling under your feet below,
or the swift movement of a squirrel across the street nearby,
it all happens with smooth, poetic motion.
Life in general is more poetic in the fall season.
Knee-slapping laughs come a little more often,
friendships grow a little deeper,
and hats become even more comfy.
I can only imagine the heavenly sensation of those taking a stroll in Central Park.


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