Autumn's Last Breath

November 13, 2010
Dustings of frozen cotton
Under a sinister gray sky
Warm woodsmoke drifts hazily
Through the air
Of liquid ice
Tiny crystals pinch pink
Into my cheeks
Soggy mats of leaves
Glow like the last embers
Of a fire
Under my warm boots

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