Spicy smells of fall;
Warm manure in the barn;
Acrid scent of leaves.
From sun into shade;
Open field to arbored road:
A walk through light zones.
Glistening with drew,
Yellow blooms peek over fence.
Plane flies far above.
Shiny yellow leaves
Don't seem ready for the fall.
They are so vibrant.
Laurie with her dogs;
We talk about the weather
While we enjoy it.
Sun through the pine trees
Filters onto the green moss
Touching it softly.
One rain and all is green;
Fall seems to have been forestalled
At least for today.
The houses have lives;
This mailbox triggers longing.
Such crowded silence.
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