It’s raining leaves, and I want
To write something profound,
About the weather, or the changing
Of the seasons, or the relentless
Passage of time.

Instead, I bow my head as I walk,
Feel the twilight wind play
Around my face, enjoy the rustle
Of autumn gold on granite,
And feel glad to be alive.

11/11/2025

Posted on 06/07/2026
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