First Day of Autumn
Late afternoon and the day
is withdrawing into a chill.
So much more now
lays abandoned
in sad pools of absence.
Overhead,
a tattered spiders web sags
under the weighted
remains of the dead.
Today marks the start
of autumn for another year
and already
a growing emptiness
is being backfilled
with fear.
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