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Autumn



Earth-change brimming with tickling wind

Making my nose wet

Dry snapping twigs -

Creaking,

Like a rocking chair

Or an old door -

Groaning,

Like early morning stretches -

"Ssshhhhhhhhh"

Through moody trees -

Crinkly, crunching leaves

Race across,

Swirling,

In leaf eddies.

I spoke out

into the forest.

My voice absorbed,

Muted,

By the damp ground.

Halloween has come around.

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