No shorts day
Is taken for granted
In November
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No shorts day
Is taken for granted
In November
Adjusting clocks
The eastern sky
Glows again
Between the wind
And noon’s warm sun
Shedding layers
Howling wind
Eerie darkness
Uninviting
Crisp
Crunching ground
Sparkling stars
Sloppy snowflakes
Landing squarely
On the lens
Illuminated
The pale windsock
Outstretched
Five pumpkins named Jack
Gathered on the front steps
Sharing laughs
The last poplar leaves
Dry and shaking in the breeze
The sound of applause
Crunching underfoot
Rustling synthetic layers
Silent flurries