Limbs and Leaves

The noise of wind awoke me late last night,
exhaling harsh and analog above.
I heard at times the clunk of branches, right
outside my door, as autumn gave a shove
to limbs and leaves migrating to the ground,
without a forecast warning. That’s okay –
the scouring day is here, and I’m around
to compost leaves and branches late today.

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