autumn promises


wind, migrating from other climes,
bruising itself back-handed against
my windowpane, reminding me of rain
and easy breathing and the bliss and
vigor of shorter days, the hint of chill
and autumn promises in one dry leaf
blythly flying in and coming to rest

© 2017, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day & Coffee, Tea and Poetry), All rights reserved

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