night will rapid draw in
now under these grey
overcast Autumn skies
street lights are turned on
wet roads remain greasy
tried to dry before darkness
could overtake them
reminding day is dead
as Summer this season
is dead quick stoke
up furnace of compassion
against Winter onslaught
chill today winging
its way into chill bones
missing ash night fires
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