brown & orange tattered leaves fall on the ground
afternoon sun lingers on-
wind is slow dancing while geese head south
the hours are flipping fast
a heron stands stone-stilled along Credit River-
salmon swim furiously upstream
up the apple trees & cherry trees, we are climbing
bitter fruits & gourds are trampled down
my eyes feast on pumpkins, squash & hefty produce
despite acrid news & hateful discourse
this season of colors - bloody red & stark lemon -
clashes with winter's grey & gloom
give me unfinished pages, incomplete stories, rounded as pears-
my pen is needle sharp
Heron, Credit River, Mississauga City
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