the leaves fell from the trees like rain

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the leaves fell from the trees like rain

showering me in reds and yellows


like many fall mornings

a dreary and gray backdrop floated above me


the sun

whose warmth was long gone

tried desperately to reach me

but the little glow emanating from it

stayed distant


I looked for its warmth

in what held the same colors

could the leaves replace the sun?


the reds and yellows swirled around me

brightening the gloom

letting me know

that I don’t need the sun

to feel


a fall day on the palouse

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a fall day on the palouse


a crisp, red leaf

breaks under my worn, leather boots


as my gaze moves from my boot

to the tree above

the leaves consume my mind


beyond the trees

the mist on the horizon

threatens the rolling

(what were) wheat fields


what is autumn but a season

that is unsure how to fit in


rapid, pounding rains

flurried snow

h                      i

.            a                      l

don’t miss the sun

it might disappear behind a cloud

before the process repeats

over and over

and over