Pale yellow light breaks
Through dirty panes 
The city sleeps
Between day and night

The leaves have settled 
Resting in droves
Around branches
Stretched in the early glow

Soft fingers touch them
Checking for trickery
Disbelief and delight
Beech and ash

Natural but fleeting
Seasons change in a second
The world is seeping in
Pushing between us
I won’t fight it

A stir of leaves
Light from bright to warm
I’ll let the wind take them
Not mine to keep

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