Fall - Peyton Spurr '19

the wind blows

rustling leaves

cooling skin

blowing hair

 

cars drive past

struggling to get up the hill

accelerating down the hill

exposing fumes into the air around us

 

looking ahead of me I see trees

and trees

and houses

so far in the distance I can put my finger up

close one eye

and in comparison the house is smaller

 

I see trees changing color

people skittering about to class

butterflies and birds

clouds dissipating into thin air

 

bugs swarm my head as I bat them away

bees curiously land and fly away

ants prancing about

 

the sun warms my skin

the air so crisp, cools my back

fall