Free verse № 114863
Perfect Time of Year
The dead leaves falling,
Swirling,
Fighting over the last bit of uncovered ground.
The evening air turning
Colder;
Perfect if not for lack of a coat.
Hopeful for a new beginning.
Different,
If not for a lack of change.
6 comments
And I don't like the last two lines at all.
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