Season

Tonight, you might
be young
on the darkened

porch alone,
and yet
so very

not alone,
as the wind
rises softly

from the west.
By the scarcity
of pinpricks,

you sense
that clouds
are moving

across the stars,
for the night
is full of change

and the quiet rustle
of leaves on the brink
of letting go.

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