Autumn and this season glows

This one has more red

Than most I have known

And a year’s rain has washed my eyes,

Their edges the same shade

And I am running out of falling leaves to catch

To wish upon and save

Crisp mornings that will not wait for me

Rise early to meet them

Through retreating mists

Yet this routine does not bring the comfort or security

Routines usually offer,

And I cannot get used to it

The clean air has a cold grip

Above and below my scarf

And reaches the gap between

My jacket and my belt

The warm pillar-box red of leaves that fall

Among the squirrels

Makes it hard to remember

Everything is falling apart

Autumn, and winter is setting in

Bringing darkness

Through the trees,

From the hollows to the heart

Devastation

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