changing seasons;

i can feel it
the change of the seasons.
there is something in the air
that brings back memories
from years ago.

there is something about it all
that is nostalgic and bittersweet
of the times that are fading from memory
so slowly, slowly
until they are nothing more than wisps
of color and emotion.

there is something about the way
the air fill me lungs
the sounds of passing cars
and smell of freshly cut grass
in the spring of summer.

children come out to play
from within the safe haven of their homes
into the beautiful sunshine
and glorious clear skies.

life emerges from winter's death
from the cold grip of snow
melting away until another year.

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