Changing Leaves
The summer ends too soon
And the sun is replaced
With nothing but clouds as
Far as I can see, and
Those same clouds at night hide
The moon that has always
Been illuminated by
The sun and
I can't see through
The milky, swirling fog because
It is much too thick, and
The changing leaves of
Red and orange and yellow
Are the only colors
That still remain
In this wretched place.
Copyright © Mara Murphy | Year Posted 2022
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