The fall is
Crisp yellow leaves
That fade to brown
I walk facing the wind
And when indoors
Bar windows against the cold
Frosty breath seeps in
With the dead of night
Tickles along the spine
October waits
While I sip hot drinks
Mourning summer
I grow fat on coconut milk
Unwilling to let go
Of warmer climes
Watch from the corner
Of sharp eyes
Winter's stealth approach
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