Poem: Feels More like November
Truly
it felt more like November
last night
The bite of cold
wind in trees
leaves carpeting the sidewalk
Sky dotted with stars
so clear
that you can see forever
The glow of bonfires
crackle of burning leaves
sharp tang of apple cider
The last dregs of summer
suddenly up and left
chill in the bones.
Flannel shirts
wool sweaters and scarves
double layered socks.
The earth goes to sleep
tumultuous dreams
ready for spring.
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