One leaf turns gold
then another,
‘til all of a sudden
it’s fall.
One letter exchanged
for another,
‘til it’s not the same season
at all…
Nothing of spring
but a string.
Feel the sting
as you sing
at your sink.
Breezes of silk
o’er your sill;
Nothing will
build a wall
to stop fall.
~ae
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