Fall Happens in— extended
written in Richmond, extended with experience
The sunlight in the fall is golden.
There’s a beautiful somber that cascades when it gets noticeably cold, and you realize
fall precedes death;
so you cling to sunlight that much more
because the shadows pinch, and they bite
leaving you tense
and rushed yet
surrounded by the energy color brings as the light slowly shifts
from gold to ice.
It’ll stay while the rest goes;
the sense that there is something precious
in your attunement to the moment persimmon precedes persephone’s promise,
pensivepassing off
The Lens, it
clicks, and
your shudder traces you down the middle.
the chill beckons solace in the warmth you emit.
moisture frees itself from the folds in your hands.
levied in your throat,
the say you have in any of it
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That closing line? Perfection.