First Touch of Autumn

To feel alive.

When comes first touch of autumn, I
Begin to feel alive;
My heart begins to wander out
And mind begins to strive

To find secluded hills, somewhere,
Where summer-grass lies waiting
For that first touch of autumn that
We find so
Liberating

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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