The days grow shorter,
The air is colder.
So is the river.
It’s fall.
Different upstate.
Dark is darker;
Cold is colder.
The seasons are not
Muted by lights, traffic,
packed subways and buses.
Running out of time;
I feel it on the river
I’m pressing, knowing there are
but a few days left.
Mistakes made,
Lines tangled,
Trees caught.
Light fading;
Running out of time
October 15, 2021
poems for friends 
So evocative and so simple/unadorned. Poignant. I felt slowed down and reflective, even when what you’re describing is a speeding up. A magical poem
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Thanks David. So glad my poetry touches you, a friend and fellow poet.
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Nice one. Winter is coming, everything changes.
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Thank you Harry. Very touching!
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Wow-intense- you’ve become the true blue fisherman!
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