Late Autumn Walk

Wet Leaves on Patio

Down the street
Of winter’s skeletons
November sun
On my cheek
I pass an old dame
Wearing tattered
Brown remnants
Of her summer dress
Gust of wind
And the air is full
Of fairies riding the sky
On leafy gliders
Each following
A bizarre path
Hitting me
When I’m not watching
Yet impossible to catch
When I try
I look up
At the patchwork sky
Full of brown flutters
A few more holes
In the lady’s dress
Soon it will be gone
As winter arrives
I walk on
As the last few oak leaves
Softly touch down

based on a true story ;)


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