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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