If I Were A Season

If I were a season I’d be Autumn.

I’d be an early evening,
light almost faded from the sky,
lamp posts turning on in the streets.

I’d be a cold, dry but cloudy sky,
chilly air that smells of wet tarmac,
goosebumps under cozy clothes.

I’d be the leaves on the ground,
the many miles travelled
and the urge to go home.

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