The trees are almost bare,
their branches stretched out widely,
like they are trying to hang on
to that one last shimmer of the sun.
The sun falls earlier now.
Gold turns to grey in a single breath,
and the sky turns into
that wintery kind of blue,
that doesn’t touch the ground.
The grass wears a thin silver skin,
and the last brown leaf
sticks to the window
like it doesn’t know
where else to go.
When I open the door,
the air bites-
not cruelly,
but honestly.
Autumn is gone.
Winter didn’t ask.
It simply arrived.
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I love how simply and beautifully you’ve captured the shift from autumn to winter. The imagery feels so real and familiar.