Autumn Story

This autumn, the reminders pile higher than before. Remaining undone, rattling away in the back of our minds,

The gutters need cleaning, the key needs finding, the promises of spring, that summer still promised, that we keep promising, keep falling further behind,

The keepers rake the leaves and still rake the leaves, and the wind vows to blow until it has buried all regret

Never mind there are skies to be reached, rivers yet to cross, paths to find. Dusk ticks over an hour, we turn a corner; and find the street already bathed in its tangerine glow.

The dog needs a bath. The sheets need to air. We still have places to go.

But the trees are almost bare now. Walk outside, breathe deeper, and imagine snow.

Autumn 2017


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