Whispers

autumn leaves

Swirling drafts of burgundy, haunted expectancy

chills the listener. He stoops, gathering a golden

memory that crumples like paper in his hand.

Everywhere, silence filled with whispers.

Shadows lengthen as the lemon days of

forgetfulness say goodbye.

Hush. Hussshhhh…

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