the november fall

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coloured leaves fall for fall
from trees
above the streets
i weave a little life between.
the wind is cool against my flushed and rosy cheeks.
i’m all wrapped up in scarves and sweaters. i don’t mind it’s dark at 5pm. i don’t mind the clouds or rain or cold.
i don’t mind being something to you.
it all falls for fall,
and i fall in vivid colours too.

autumn

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[photo: greenlake. seattle, washington]

i don’t know where it came from, but i stumble gracefully over it with fear, with excitement, with a truth and ease to settle me.
i don’t know why it’s now,
but i know it’s happening
with or without me knowing why.
so maybe that’s a reason to give in to the reality of the feelings spreading over and through my skin [and where you’ve been caught so comfortably underneath it all].

my mind is flushed with rose
as i watch the leaves fall for fall,
in a colour not too different.

we smile through glances that last not a second too long.
we sip coffee and talk like it’s been more than a little while coming.
and the weather makes for a never-ending day cool enough to cool what’s burning in questions and answers all the same.