as the days shrink
and the air cools,
so do I.
the autumnal equinox approaches.
in solitary rambles
I walk through brambles
beneath the changing leaves
letting go of summer
in orange and ochre endings.
prepare for winter's hibernation;
a well deserved rest.
know as the globe
tilts and turns,
so do I.
my spring
will come again
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