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From Autumn to Winter
by: Sheryl McCurdy
Together we have walked
Along the dry gutters
Where small children once
Floated paper boats
After the spring rain showers
Together we have crunched
The leaves of the naked trees
Waiting for the kiss of the November breeze
We talked of the price of gas,
the coolness of the day, and everything
Except us and the fact that we were as dry
and lifeless as the curling foliage
We tromped through by the side of the road
Sometimes we walk in silence for days
Quietly balanced on
A narrow wooden beam
Nodding slightly as we pass
one another for weeks
Then suddenly we realize that
time has been vacuumed away
And the gutters are brimming with winters snow
Not the dry crispness of autumns falling leaves
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