Mornings have gotten
a little darker;
the light of day
a little shorter.

Wiping the dust
from these abandoned memoirs;
fingerprints remaining
on the discarded history.

Autumn leaves departing
from the dying trees.
The ground saturated by
the fallen.

Our time has ended.

Watching nature say goodbye;
listening to the message
of a season’s eulogy.

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