On Fall ’22

I haven't seen any leaves fallthis AutumnThey're still up there, as though waiting, waitingThe air seemsimpregnated with anticipationroots restlessa certain change in the breathingof tree trunks, among the grasses a nervous sighing whisperings in the nightYet, it's almost like they know something's comingYou can sense they're waiting for something to be set rightPerhaps they're waiting...for…

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