Autumn Yarn
Like a knitted farm blanket,
September's sun covers us.
Rolled up yarnballs are
haybales stacked and stored.
Click-clacking needles echo
horses' hooves, hurried hush.
Summer unravels like a glitch
in the pattern, only to become
a loop in the autumn purl.
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