The Cadence of the Fall

I’m not sure why,

But lately I’ve been listening to the cadence of the

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The rhythm of the

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That separates the end of passion,

Heat,

And desperation,

But brings forth the beginning of frost,

Secrets,

And hunger.

I’m not sure why,

But lately I’ve been pondering

The honesty of the fall, and the truth

Heard in the crisp crunch and chatter of leaves,

Whispered to blend with the soft click of heels and muffled coughs.

I’m not sure why,

But lately I’ve been pondering my fear of the fall,

My fear of change and alterations beyond my control,

My fear of a new beginning that leads to a frosty ending.

I’m not sure why, but lately I’ve been pondering the rhythm of the

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And the colors that will reveal

Change does not always mean destruction,

But a preview to the growth soon to come.