Sensory Between Seasons

Crispy, crunchy steps are now

mushy, mulchy ones

as movement recedes,

like a slowing metronome.

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The rustling fades,

as some shudder their last leaves,

while the wind whistles and howls

among bone-bare trees.

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Glass and metal frost,

stinging frozen fingers

in a cheek-chilling wind

among twilight-tinted towers.

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The subway sighs and steams.

Radiators rattle with rhythm

as people huddle, bundled up

to cozy, jazzy tunes.

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Cinnamon quickly clouds

a peppermint-pierced air

as dark roast hums with depth

and savory soups are served.

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Squirrels scurry by,

geese honk goodbye

dark drapes early

with a tint of blue.

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Dread and excitement

a collective anticipation

Of what is coming…

or what may already be here.