Painted leaves

Movement, like a fish out of the water

Blue sky, reflected. No sun

Teeth on the surface

Clouds. Rain, sometimes

Cold hands, warm feet

Squirrels getting bold and fat,

paintbrush tails stirring the air

Lonely scarecrows. Crows that aren’t scared

Hawks on wrists. Hounds at heels

Sleepy groundhogs

Souls stockpiling lard in the cellar

Poets blinking in the grey daylight

Deer beyond the headlights, disappearing into evergreens

Wood on the fire

Fallen leaves lying on borrowed asphalt

Dry air

Slipping on ice in the driveway

Fear of falling

The world, right in front of your red nose

The air feels clearer, afterwards

Cool in your lungs, like water.


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