morning streets
once bathed in light
now swathed in shadow
tiny globes of blackberries
shrivel on thorny stems
sun dried rose petals
curl and crumble
leaves with edges
dipped in gold
shiver
evenings cool
and darken
lonely people
swaddle twin size beds
with extra blankets
a deep sigh echoes
across the land
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This is lovely, descriptive and with great imagery througout! The changes of the sessons often bring meloncholy feelings.10