Autumn and the gray skies
Settle upon the woods
Now ending the utter riot of color
As leaves slip gently to fragrant earth
And go rattle-dancing with the wind
The fields are pale with ripening grain
And the harvesters move in
To strip the bounty from the soil.
Autumn, and my thoughts are of winter
Already
Just too close
And my blankets on the couch
Bring little warmth
Soft as they are.
Gray skies, like tired flannel,
Dreary like unwanted memories
Cold like unrequited love.
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