The Melancholy of Late Autumn

the air was cold and dry, and I held a chill.

there were dead leaves that crunched into smaller pieces, hues of brown, gold, and red.

there was a green leaf lying there

it was over before it could evolve into a red leaf, gold leaf, or brown.

I avoided those leaves so they had a little more time.

Just a little more!

Before it is all gone.

(AI generated ART)

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