Fall Again


The wind in the trees softens the roar of the city and she lulls me into exploring each thought, my words like a puzzle I have shaken out onto the table and am now trying to piece together

She settles me, the wind, but she also ruffles my feathers as she speaks of the falling of the leaves and the shift in the season;

Soon, before we know it, the trees will be naked and her whisper will bite at my cheeks so sharply tears will fall

Summer feels like she hovered but didn’t quite land and I wonder if I missed her by the blink of an eye and the tan lines on my feet tell a different story

Lately I want to end every piece with and so we begin again, almost-but-not-quite neatly tying things up and in this case, I feel it too




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