Waiting to pounce

Temperatures falling.
Leaves falling.
The locust and birch
fall in gentle drifts,
yellow and green, still soft.
The maple leaves hang on
until crisp and dry
Then fall straight down
with a rustle.

Overnight, summer has receded
leaving the feeling 
that winter is peeking
over my shoulder...
Waiting to pounce.

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