-Inward Autumn-

Dry leaves crunch
under the weight
of weary shoes.
Right,
left,
forward steps
through the steep of the hill
and the slope of the glen.
November's weather
and brownish hues
move me towards
righting wrongs
and moving on.
Seasons come
seasons go,
some with warmth
some with snow.

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6/10

Although I wrote this in the summer, it felt like autumn in my mind - Reflective, contemplative and somber.