October 9th

humid, but cold
we are walking through
thick air, suffocating air
fall finding, it’s summer love
too hard to forget
we revel in the decay
the damp leaves
making way for bare branches
to hold up the grey powder
the world smells different
hot asphalt, salt air, give way
to earthy musk and spice
hours slow, but darkness creeps
a chill
some browns and reds
bells ring in the distance