Shadows of Fall
On an October afternoon
a breeze sweeps the land
a chill descends
under a cover of clouds.
Clouds linger in the sky
well into the day
a sense of doom
a passage of the season.
The season weighs upon me
a whisper of my many lives
memories of time
as I tell my stories.
My stories each possess
beginnings, middles, ends
all passages borne
on an October afternoon.
Copyright © Mike Bayles | Year Posted 2022
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