how is it that every year, you seem to wake up and, all of the sudden- fall is here.
and you can see your breath in the newly brisk air,
and scarves get wrapped around your neck,
and you must dig out the gloves you so hastily stashed away when spring did the same,
and the warmest bed becomes your haven,
and all you want to eat is soup,
and some place close, a fire burns- and either the smell or the heat penetrates you in some way...
as things around me in the natural world dry and change and put themselves to bed for a while-
in many ways I'd like to do the same...
and with them shrivel into a new existence.
one that isn't far from what I know, but is a state that truly is different.
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