There's a tree-lined block I walk through almost daily A week ago awash in the vibrant hues of fall There's a tree-lined block I walk through almost daily Now there’s little hint of autumn at all Today gnarled gray fingers claw At dark clouded slate skies In quiet desperation holding on Today gnarled gray fingers claw At dark cloud-dotted slate skies Their gold and ruby jewels nearly gone In the ever shortening daylight of autumn I watch one such jewel lazily drift It felt as if watching a tear fall in defeat In the ever shortening daylight of autumn I watch one such jewel lazily drift To its final resting upon the concrete The darkening slate skies Matching the charcoal streets A hint of winter's chill viewed The darkening slate skies Matching the charcoal streets And my worsening mood
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Feeling the first hints of winter’s chill this week is not making for a happy Raivenne. Missing Victoria’s weather prompt for Poetics by an hour, didn’t help, so I’m feeding two birds with this one.