| Neko ( @ 2007-08-30 13:51:00 |
i suppose i am a little early
and yet, perhaps not.
we fast approach the last weekend of summer. the dawn of tuesday will bring us autumn. already the monarchs have begun their migration. the trees flutter with them. as i ride home, i am forced to weave my way around them, lest my speed injure their paper-thin wings. often, when i stop, they land upon me, gifting feather-light kisses that remind me of the brush of falling leaves. oh, autumn; welcome. welcome.
and yet, perhaps not.
we fast approach the last weekend of summer. the dawn of tuesday will bring us autumn. already the monarchs have begun their migration. the trees flutter with them. as i ride home, i am forced to weave my way around them, lest my speed injure their paper-thin wings. often, when i stop, they land upon me, gifting feather-light kisses that remind me of the brush of falling leaves. oh, autumn; welcome. welcome.