Late evenings in April
Feel like early afternoons in mid-December
The taste and the chill.
(I breathe and shiver)
Fall ends –
On my window –
– bright and clean in January and June –
The water stains glow.
(Streetlights blink to life a moment too soon)
A hush, but not quite, punctuates
The rustle of the leaves on
Those autumn expatriates –
They usher in the night breeze.
asdfasfasdfasdfasdfadfadfadfadfasdfaf– and like this, spring begins.
NaPoWriMo Day 2.