Autumn sneaks in
Indifferent to my greeting
I look out the window
At the dog chasing the blowing leaves
How many leaves
Can the old gal gather in her mouth at once?
How many leaves in the forest?
More than the threads of my summer memories
I open the door
And brace myself against the October breeze
How hard will the wind blow?
How hard do I breathe?
Harder than the blacksmith's bellows
Restless now, winter peeks over my shoulder
I take a walk in the woods
And gaze up into the canopy
How many colors are there?
How many dreams unfulfilled?
The day ends too early
I'm frumpy and weary
In my pajamas and slippers
As Autumn sighs
To when else shall I flee?
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