Autumn Undone

There are storms brooding
Crack-brained indecision hums
As open doors breath,

Our goosebumps quiver
As the breeze builds to whistling
And ideas circle,

We crave peace and quiet
But this isn’t the former
It’s autumn undone

And the crackle of fires.

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