like a dance
Or rowdy children, I can't tell which
The sun is gleaming orange
Off the treetops
Warming my cheeks and making me smile
Everything is lovely
Which I find exhilarating
I'm not usually so pleased with nature
The wind brushes my hair
I'm nearly grinning now
Which I find ridiculous, but nice.
From the corner of my eye
I glimpse a sight prettier than all
My other surroundings combined
The light hits leaves like rubies
Like fire, like dragon's eyes
The brightest, sheerest red
Look at the way the light shines!
Look at the perfect leaves!
All common sense flees me.
I do not care I look a fool
I do not care who's watching
I bury my face in the sun-kissed leaves
I feel as though they welcome me
Bless my face with whispers soft
Bestow their brightness to my soul
Next morning, I am not so pleased
Next morning, when I wake,
I find out I'm allergic to sumac.
I shall not forget those leaves
Nor will my family; friends...
After all, my face will bear their color for awhile.
That's what you get for being sentimental.
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