The Chill
Return to reality
Published in
2 days ago
Trees barely there
signaling a return,
to a somewhat
harsh reality.
Visibility (s)peaks
Volumes,
as warmth
fast escapes.
So much more
revealed,
where previously
concealed.
Scattered dry leaves
slowly gather form,
where once lush
fragranced the air.
Fall
wrapped up,
façade fleeced
swept under cover.
Each unto their own
at work as planned,
layers upon layers
to unravel.
Late rising sun
overshadowed,
light fast fades
frozen gazes form.
Howling wind
gathers strength,
lost pursuits in a spin
whirling into the distance.
Fragility upped
shifty seasons,
all that’s left
the chill.
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Returning in July to the start of Winter
