ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-NINTH DAY OF THE YEAR

I watch snowflakes fall

across the grim dim October

afternoon, and remember

how yesterday the fields

now growing white were

golden in the sunlight

and the now black forestline

was softly green and inviting,

and it was twenty-one hours

ago, and weeks past.

22.10.2023

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