The first frost
Last week saw us with minus temperatures
And a hard frost on the ground.
It was the kind of morning that is a gift —
With crisp air and a light that made the yellow leaves
Glow like chandeliers.
Simson found new energy
In the cold.
Ruby and I sat on a frosty bench
And listened to the falling leaves —
They sounded like rain.
I do love autumn, don’t you?
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