The Seasonal Evolution (7 Days of Late Autumn)

7 Days of Late Autumn |  Day 1: The First Frost


The grass went silver overnight, 

stiffened by a breath that didn’t belong to summer. 

When I stepped outside, the earth crunched underfoot— 

a quiet glass ceiling shattering beneath my boots.


This is the warning. 

The sky has trading its blue blouse for a heavy grey coat, 

and the air smells of iron and endings. 

We are locking the windows now, 

turning the dials, 

bracing for the quiet months where everything is tested 

by how well it can survive the cold.




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