So This is Fall

She walks
Step quick
Clad in her autumn’s best
burgundy turtleneck sweter
Blue scarf
Crean chrocheted hat
with holes
don’t want to over do too soon
Navy wool pants
Gloves
She walks
Through the morning streets
clad for the season
if not the weather
Autumn
not fall
nothing falls
In central Texas
74 degrees shows
on the digital read
just past
her “it’s chilly” gate
Ah
the sights
the smells and taste
of autumn
where autumn never truly comes.

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