First Western Fall
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The geese flew over today
The first sign of summer fading away.
Rough leaves, rust burnt spiral to dirt.
Hedgehogs snuffle, fox frozen in headlight.
An anglo night.
But I am here
with languid days and chill fog nights
caught between seasons
flip flops for ever and I
I sigh for the rain
And try to explain why I stay.