The Fall
Once more I face the Fall. Its leaves hold on
one brief moment, then let go. I sweep
them up and till them into garden soil.
Rain and snow can come now, though I hope
they allow a few more days of Indian
summer to enjoy these color splotches
fading chloroplasts expose to view.
Frost and the gathering dark hover
over our lives, one year closer to winter’s
teeth, to the cold earth that waits us all.
—Donnell
Hunter
20 October 2012
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