Underfoot, the crunch of brittle leaves.
Overhead, newly-naked branches, stiff-
Embarrassed, being caught off-guard,
Bare, open to the gaze of strangers.
Fall shrinks back from such and shrivels down
Curled-edged, with seedpods rattling and brown.
Steps taken on the road less-traveled
Lead to unbroken paths, alien wilderness.
Snow pitted with tracks of rabbits, deer,
Bright ringed pheasant …but no human trail.
Fall, bellwether to stark winter:
The old fraud lures us with warm, soft-edged days
Scented with wood smoke and apple cider,
Then delivers us to icy halls of frail and aching bones.
Trails traveled with mincing, timid steps,
Stooped back, weak and watery gaze.
Dreams tinged with bittersweet,
The memories of summers long-since passed.
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