smell

Autumn born and autumn led
Autumn named, maybe autumn wed
For who knows what the wind will blow around your knees
Or what will fall
From the bigger trees.
I feel it stirring, I feel it rise
The rumbling of the thunder, the bruising of the skies
And here we go
again.
(Graham Lockey)

Et pour rester dans la tonalité de ce billet d'humeur, some Tears and Rain