leaves hang on
to trees long past change
their rust and brown
crisp in the dampening breeze
rustling under blankets
of flannel gray clouds
no rain to forecast
just chill and whispers
of between times
that month-long margin
between autumn's splendor
and winter's hush
the leaves don't flutter
they just fall
and crunch
and wait for snow
to silence the world

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