leaf crunch, burning leaves,
nipping air, dogwood berries, rushing creek,
riotous color, sweater weather.
This year,
fall arrived
in wind, rain, nickel skies:
bronze leaves
litter forest floor.
No slow burn.
Now I know
how Esatragon & Vladimir
feel: bereft
under leafless tree,
waiting
for what won't
arrive.
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