Wet drops fall from the sky
Landing on branches, and hitting
Sideways on the glass window upstairs.
I can hear the drip drip of the water
Falling from the gutters, leaves
Rustling in the yard, in the wind.
What will happen once the leaves
Have all fallen, the ground covered
In maroons and golds of fall.
Fallen branches and white specks
Falling from the cold air, the start
Of a new season, the start of winter coats
And heavy boots, the start of Winter.
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