Fall Air


It's cool and crisp.

The trees are going bare.

As it tightens the lungs,

pulls you into a lair,

evoked are the drums

of this the fall air,

Da dum, da dum ,

from your feet

into bones,

into joints.

Beware.

If you fight it,

if you dare,

it'll fight back.

It doesn't care

with the cool, damp breeze

killing all the buzzing bees,

creeping into aching knees

reeling, as you heed

survival of 

the fall air

indeed.


2021



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