missed the falling
Oct 29, 2021
I returned to leaves
off the branches
down on the damp ground
I missed the falling
now it’s fall in
fulness
death under feet
crisp and void of
all the butterflies twirling
at the sight of baby blooms
in my stomach
the last of the vines were
lit on fire in the color
game of loss
I take another sip of coffee and wonder
Should I wash the windows before winter?
