I was pleasantly caught under a

raining of leaves while on a back road.

A burst of turbulent winds stirred

autumn leaves into flight,

sounding like bagged rattlesnakes

striking to be free.

Orange-rose colored leaves

abandoned by summer, touched by frost,

slipped their base, tumbling

randomly to the ground.

The air quickly cools as prevailing winds

blanket fields and meadows.  Winter

is nearby, patiently breathing, it’s fury

masked by clear crisp mornings and bountiful


It is a change we accept, knowing

it will change again.

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