Another

Yellow leaves floating down
from a gray sky, raining
onto the pavement and
lining our path in gold mosaic.

These fall afternoons
are charmed
               and also the thin veiled
evenings that start

on the doorstep and end
in the bleating of an alarm
while we try to make
this warmth last just a little
longer.  We fight the rise
of the sun, the start
of a different day.

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