Her Name Was Autumn

Fall is a reminder,
A reminder that the wait
was never empty.
She was just catching her breath.

Her beauty is so hard to ignore,
It forces you to slow down
and pause.
She even teases the busiest hearts,
Reminding us of the beauty
in stillness.

I think the leaves thank her,
And blush…
For giving them a moment
to seen.
Because otherwise, we might
brush them off.

Who knew a season could love
So softly,
Allowing the heart
to bloom again.

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