Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Not Autumn

Ghostly green
fallen leaves
crushed
underfoot,

the dusk
is gray
this afternoon
no reds, nor yellow hues,

just quiet death
all around,
under the February
weather,

you walk with me
with noiseless
footsteps
all the way home
together.
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