Somehow morning colder
than the night, somehow
the light of the morning
doesn't dissolve the dark
from the mind gazing
at the dying fields of fall,
over which blow the cold
winds, cold winds coming
to rip the colour from
the trees of autumn.
21-25..09..2024
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