This One Is For You

Uncommon November air
Full moon
The yellow cushion of leaves turns into snow
Eerie, warm, snow-filled path ahead

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The moonbeam circles our clumsy waltz
Recorded accordions aid our turns
Outside, free-floating, Fall

one two three, one two three

The morning's here!
Class at eight?
Scurry home
Unaffected, buoyant, spontaneous dance

one two three, one two three, one two three