goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,
goldmourn
amberdawnpullin

The wind has changed.

The last of the leaves are swept up in gusts, skipping down the street, gathering in piles against things that keep still. I look out my bedroom window to see one lone red leaf tripping up the sidewalk toward my front door but it hesitates, then turns another way.
Tags: poetry & prose
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