Walking In Fall

Clean wind nips my nose.

Leaves and branches sway
against the grey sky.

Water hits rock
like a child pouring out a drink.

Numb fingertips.

Leaves scrape branches
like crinkled paper bags.

Joy.

Walk In Fall

 

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