fall has wrapped his arms around the world
blowing fire on the maples
breathing a cold edge to soft breezes
on the corner the chestnut shakes
dropping spiked burs to the ground
inside each hides a savory fruit
when roasted over crackling flames
a taste of snow to come
i stand beneath the chestnut
feeling the warmth of the dying sun
whispers of cold nights on the wind
my heart is torn with love of fall
his pernicious kindness draws me in
fed by the harvest of summer’s death
chilled by the wasteland of winter’s hope
can i tear open prickly capsules
yet not bleed to find life-giving food?
if it costs me nothing
is it love?
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