Sun trickles through the frayed strings of a dream catcher in front a window
Feathers hang and shutter, beckoning my view
And the trees now shake
Swaying wider with bare arms
Bending further
And further still
Autumn passes quickly
I chase the sun near the end of the day
Running from the shifting shadows
Taking what I can
To follow the forest’s lead
In preparation of the upcoming cold
I chase the sun near the end of the day
Not yet ready to behold
the fettered might of winter’s harshness ready to unfold.
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We won't feel all of winter, though. Unless Hawaii has a fluke snow storm...
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