The trees aflame ―
an ominous sign of winter
looming in;
because I have learnt
to know
to know
Wisps of wind
I see engilded leaves
twirling down ―
an ominous sight of winter
looming in
I close my eyes
hear rain in the distance
sense the imperceptible;
after all these years I know
what's next
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