wind blows
pushing leaves
off the branches
orange trembling to hold on
half-naked trunks
shivering in the coming winter
or are they afraid
of a tempestuous lashing?
it's your last day
we say farewell
to the oranges and reds
yellows and browns
litttering the canvas
of our days
wood smoke lacing the air
as a warning of cold descending
i will miss you
the carefree days
of In-Between Time
remembering and anticipating
crisp air
that doesn't bite
combines in the fields
bringing the harvest home
the darkness at dawn
is coming with dread
empty creation
huddled in for snow
this year must be
different
i will not give in
to winter
"think of the happiest
memory, Harry"
cover yourself
with joy and warmth
be fierce with
resolve
not to let the darkness
consume
before spring.
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