the late fall
chills all
with sodden rain
and bleary pall
of the late sluggish gleam
of the light
of day
and the heavy slump
of night.
we feel in our bones
in the fall of our time
the dint of the seasons
in the throes of the
clime
and wonder at how the winter might be--
not too soon,
not too heavy,
hopefully.
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