Cold Evening In September

Red, purple and blue knuckels,

cold hands tingling because they’re close by the fire,

the warmth that snuggles within me,

it causes an unexplainable desire.

Yes, it is a cold evening in September.  But I don’t mind.

.

My lungs are breathing in the air of coal

spreaded into the sky in its whole.

 Yet when I think it’s too cold,

the ember gives me warmth..

And I know she’s so bold..

.

Yes it is a cold evening in September. But I don’t mind..

The winter coats aren’t yet necessary,

In October they’re sure to be..

.

Those familiar thick winter gloves;

I replace them for thinner ones.

Because I see September still wears her frowns

when the weather’s slowly changing to the fall…

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