Fall

Your 
Colour
Has  
Changed


Your

Ambience

Muted  


Your 

Coldness 

Settles

Deep

Into my 

Bones  


Nights

Grow 

Long




And yet 

Somehow 

I  feel

Comforted 


To

Fold 

Into 

your 

Embrace 


Cherishing 

This season

Of hiddenness 



While

Stowing 

Hope 

For 

What 

Is to come



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