i miss it.

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Autumn;

Dapples of red sunlight
shining in patterns on honeyed-skin.
Tufts of bronzing grass
sprouting from rocks along the riverbed.

Mellowed shouts of laughter
flowing skirts and naked feet,
Splashing in cold water
damp skin tainted with lustful need.

Children from a new era
different from the time before.
Falling leaves raining in whirls,
and calm winds whipping through the trees.

Supple flesh glistening with the season.
-Nisha Emich
August 13, 2009