Cool orange afternoons swirl into
cold grey evenings that come earlier
each day
Dry rustling leaves blow loose
some piled in yards and at curbs
sweeper takes all but a few ragged clumps
Pull doors shut against gusts of wind
plastic ripples at the windows
loose gutter taps against the siding
This fall leads to winter
white and crisp as death should be
we tuck ourselves away
1 comment:
I can see it, hear it, feel it.
Thanks for bringing it to life.
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