Leaves

LeavesGolden late afternoon sun
warms my face.
Leaves clutter-clatter in the driveway
stirred by a chilly westerly breeze.
Smoke from a nearby wood stove
tickles my nose.
I gather the mail from the box
by the road
in no hurry to go inside.
Fall goes by
too fast.

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