Silent fall

The grass is settling,
no need to mow and hoe
when dusk grows longer
than gatherings of leaves,
just to please
aesthetic ideals of winter.

The wind may litter
some dormant backyard,
blow spirals of twigs,
against my weathered door
in flake shadows of night,
populate farside walls,

but morning will come
as untouched snow.

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2 thoughts on “Silent fall

  1. nectarfizz says:

    No one I know does nature quite like you do.

  2. Matt says:

    Thanks Bekki 🙂

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