Autumn Thief

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Autumn Thief 

 

Countless leaves under my feet

Mere months ago up so high

Boots maintain a steady beat.

Another. Another. Falls from the sky.

 

The narrow path – red and golden

Time, once again, claims its victims

Days shorter, and now, much colder

Crunch. Crunch. All to be done is listen.

 

The cold autumn wind blowing my hair

Tickling ears, forcing my head to the side.

Stop moving. Stealing the moment to stare…

Seeing the beauty in those that have died.

 

© S. Reed

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