Outside came in this morning
Reminded me of days requiring
long sleeves and boots, when chilled current
flows south, wafts leaves from trees; where we
slept past spring—underneath, outside
Persistent, sparkling canopy
Now drifts and blows around
Light delivered unto ground, but
not before brightening the fall.

Aww, such a lovely fall poem. I love the way the piece moves like autumn leaves falling off trees.
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