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Overnight, the once bashful maple tree
turns from grasshopper green to vibrant gold,
calling us home, to a place we've never been
yet always felt in our bones
this time of year.
The streets clear, the crimson awning
of the sky becomes a kingdom,
showing us what to have faith in,
as we give ourselves permission
to just sit here and listen to
a symphony of crickets
one more time, before we go inside.
m/m 10/27./2023