This evening, an exception.
Leaves a blaze, needles blanket my path.
The path takes a new twist, where most evenings don't go.
A new level of carefree, good-bye same 'ole.
Constrained to 3,600 seconds, yet free.
Good-bye most evenings there.
Oh, hello migrating leaves.
You are my wriggles and jokes and soundtrack, tonight.
And though lovely, alas, you don't compare.
Day 5 of 31 of the #write31days challenge
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