A poem on the subject of autumn

This is another new one.

wet leaves on paving slabs
dissolving slowly to mush
autumn chill on my ungloved fingers
unprepared for rain

dry golden brown leaves
crunching slowly underfoot
the sun’s low angle
the lengthening nights

autumn enfolds me
flips warm to cold in moments
today sun
yesterday rain and fog
tomorrow uncertain
heading towards winter’s aching bones
and far from the heat of summer

© bardofupton 2018

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