Sunday, November 6, 2016

Late Autumn

The leaves have fallen now.
Jagged and brittle
They tumble across the landscape
In swirling November breezes,
Movements in a symphony
Of gentle crackling sounds.
Winter's embrace is imminent.
We can sense it -
The sun is low and
Darkness prevails.
Soon
The cold, damp blanket of the barren season
Will cling to the skin
And chill the corpus to the bone.
Settle in.
It will be April
Before the trees
Turn green again.




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