an autumn poetry

oct 24th,
i planned a special picnic at our secret garden to celebrate his birthday. we placed ourselves among the squirrels and chipmunks, as they were busy gathering nuts on the ground. so we listened, to the leaves rustling in the wind, bringing forth magic from the foliage-- of golden yellow orange, and burnt red crimson hues surrounding us. as the sun drew closer to the earth, our afternoon was spent drinking chamomile tea and eating carrot cake. the perfect amount of sweet and spice, and everything nice.

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in the future: "do you remember what happened later on that night?"
for matt, love always