(revised)
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’m pressing, knowing there are
but a few days left.
I feel it on the river.
Mistakes made,
Lines tangled,
Trees caught,
Light fading.
November 1, 2021
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Nice nuanced revision, Harry. I like the repositioning of “I feel it on the river” And losing the last line is a brilliant touch, as it often is
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Thank you David. My upstate writing group really helped with this one.
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