This liquid day shimmers
with the cold rain of late September
and we shiver knowing the rattle of Winter
just around the corner.
Her footsteps approach the door
keys jangling
and giving us warning
that she will enter the house
all too soon.
Pull the covers over your head,
children. Don't let her take your warm
and the joy of your play in the sun.
She will find you soon enough
and take you back to that dark
forgetful dreaming
where memory disappears.
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