loose threads

Fall - not winter, not spring, not summer -

Fall
wet leaves
copper cold on my skin
the smell of damp earth, comforting
rain falling in drizzling sheets
toes are cold, socks soaked through

Someone’s chimney puffs out smoke, which hangs low
and makes the rain smell like smoldering wood

Air, cold
rain
wet leaves, copper underfoot

You take my hand
and lead me home

-rjm