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Autumn
I feel the warm mug
in my hand as I walk briskly to class
it feels like a glowing hug
when I see the morning dew on the grass
in my fear of the cutting air
I cling to my glowing hug
because I wouldn't be able to bare
the Autumn daybreak
with out my mug
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I am terribly afraid of being cold. When the season of Autumn begins, the morning time is always freezing. In this poem, the cold air is representing a hard ship in ones life. The warm, glowing mug is whatever gets one through this hardship, even if it is just as simple as a hot cup of tea in the morning.