It came as a rumor
— first frost —
as if some vast hood
threatened the day.

So much so,
that eyes were cast
downward like dice,
the chance of it nil.

And the perennials —
well — the blankets
of our youth were thrown
over these.

Image: Osman Rana on Unsplash

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