Fall Night for Monti
the scent of orange
deep like change
burnt & crispy
like summer’s skin
peeling to cool
its tender bones
the darkness darker
layered like secrets
eigengrau & onyx
like shadow’s shadow
ripening to burst
its widening playground
these fall nights turn like pages in season’s grimoire –
leaf’s veins weeping the last of warmth’s wishes
staining sidewalks in goodbye graffiti
VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
How lovely Vanessa! I can “ feel” the loss of summer!
Sent from my iPad
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