Brisk wind and bright sun;
Leaves rocketing through the air;
Shadows sharp on trees.
Purifier hums,
A sleepy sound in the house.
I nod and then leave.
Alfred eats a branch,
Then looks quizzically at me:
"You got a problem?"
Crossing overhead,
A grid against the sky--
Telephone wires meet.
Lying near the steam
A brilliant flash of orange;
Strange backdrop in Fall.
A leafless forest
Casts shadows on the brown ground.
What's that? A snow patch!
This hanging branch
Has been suspended in air
For over three years.
Dead trees and living
Merge in a barren starkness--
Deception of Fall.
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