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an autumnal premonition
cool mist settles on my
olive shirt,
like a friend resting their hand
on my shoulder,
whispering gently in my ear
as to remind me once again
that autumn is coming
ripples in the pool fade and flatten –
no longer quite the waves they once were,
when bottled happiness was served in every glass –
disappearing light now bounces off the
startlingly silky surface and
a shiver swims in
it whips at my arms,
trying so desperately to wrap me in a hug
but slipping and leaving goosebumps instead –
these distraught winds tousle my hair,
claw at my skin and slip up my sleeves
just to marvel at my sweater’s
soft lining –
it’s fleeting, but that quiet reminder –
these cool clothes that
abruptly feel too
thin to wear alone –
it’s unsettling, and
unexpected vertigo warps my world for
an instant –
the crispness of grass clippings and slowly dying leaves
becomes rotting apples and old books
those shining rays of summer’s sun
become cold and distant between my fingers,
as though its light has been eclipsed
cicadas mute for a brief moment
and I fear the birds are flying
north a few months too soon
but then –
the scent of fading summer dust,
that smell we call autumn
tickles my nose
as if no time has passed –
as if I dissolved into October
and returned to August
in seconds, a quick slip
in the continuum of time,
unrecognizable to the extent that
I’m not quite sure if
I simply dreamt it –
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