October – POEM

autumn-leaves

TREES desperately shake, inviting arctic winds, that have ruffled polar bear hair,

Wondering why the leaves have yet to fall.

Lime, dirty golden and red,

Gravity whispers, it is time.

Time to be blown through cobbled streets,

Dry, desolate, breaking apart under foot.

The clothing has gone, only Spring can restore the modesty.

One.

Leaf.

At.

A.

Time.

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