Mid Fall
By: James Dubeau
Footfall after footfall
Against the trail
Running across the countryside
The sun tried to cling to the sky
But slowly fell behind me
Joining leafless trees
And dead prairie grass
Upon the horizon
It is these autumn days
Same days as last year
And the year before that
Which has me wondering
About my place in this world
As I watch those blossoms
Which once had vitality
Wither and die
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