Autumn Warmth
By Avery Letendre
A scarlet-orange dusting litters the craggy concrete,
the crinkling green grass, the pebble-paved pathways,
and the criss-cross brick walk;
they crunch beneath the soles of my sneakers,
a soft snapping, a soothing crackle,
and the sweet blue sky smiles
with a wild and gentle warmth,
and your hand slips easily into mine,
fingers laced tight like the answer I’ve been looking for.
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