Fall

Sometimes I look out on blue skies

and swirling colours

leaves spinning yellow

red and gold

the season of brightness 

as the leaves start to fall.

But now it’s perpetual twilight

in the season of mists

and daytime gloom

leaves swirling grey

as the sky

in the season of monochrome.

I try to prepare for the bare branches

of winter of darkening and cold.

It does this every year

time after time

after time!

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