Cool, crisp breath of leaves;
Sun is muted by the clouds;
Still, soft shadows fall.
Unseen geese honking
Fly steady behind the clouds
In one direction.
Driveway is all leaves;
Cannot see a piece of pavement
The sky has fallen.
Garbage truck whisks by
Daisy asters wave it through,
Bowing and bending.
Laurie, her mom, two dogs:
Pilgrimage on Yerry Hill.
We pass with fond words.
Orange peel and cones
Fit in the Autumn decor;
Halloween colors.
Dragon in window
Stares off into empty space,
In the empty house.
Sun plays in the woods,
Dancing on tree trunks, dead leaves;
Then it goes away.
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