
the turning of leaves
the suddenness of darkness
the sun sets on all

the turning of leaves
the suddenness of darkness
the sun sets on all
side by side we turn
squinting into the sun’s teeth
hard to see the lanes

the gloaming of fall
seems so vibrant to me now
in these golden days
sun in November
staying low on horizon
piercing through the veil
what’s hidden is brought to light
what’s broken can be mended

waiting for his ride
the scarecrow has enough class
to concede defeat