A Liberating Time Of Year Poem by Areese Woodson
A Liberating Time Of Year
The fiery air barnstormed away.
Flowing -
Is a gust of wind tangling in treetops.
Stepping in open airs,
Chills caress hairs
Waking you up,
Just to tell you,
'Its a new season.'
Fronds -
Dressed in festive shades of gold;
Swim in winds with pride and liberation,
Illustrating their freedom for the new generation.
From a distance,
Waving goodbye is the warming air.
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