𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ━━ 𝚄𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎

The Fall of Fall

11/2/21

I dream of painted sunsets
on cracked concrete that
crunch beneath my feet.
A spirited ball;
A pair of black soles waltz.

Gone is brisk whispers
Tucked behind my ear,
Here are prickly gusts
of Jack Frost's cheer.

Gone is the cherry-red
That kissed my snout;
Here is a black one.
Nothing rots in the cold,
Except your nose.

A gust of ice burrows beneath
Jacket, sweater, scarf and gloves.
Silver bells
Riot the underground beasts,
But at least
They know not
To interrupt Winter's fateful feat.