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
colors.
It is a change we accept, knowing
it will change again.
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