Warm sun, snow patches;
Alfred prances with delight;
I walk joyously.
Are these trees barren?
Their strong limbs reach skyward;
The goats keep eating.
Are these green sprouts now
That surround the dark stuck leaves
A Fall illusion?
Halloween mailbox--
Witches' hat joins Christmas bells;
Summer's forgotten.
Plane snores above;
Lazy breeze shakes the pine bows;
I walk through shadows.
Aseema walks, too;
Silence and conversation--
A savory mix.
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