Those leaves -
yellow, red, green -
a sign!
Some warmth,
cold invading.
Feet bare
no more, wrapped pink -
dainty
she walks
mindful.
New morn -
sunlight streaming
fresh hope,
her tea
staring at her.
The news -
no, not shocking;
autumn?
winter?
She cares no more.
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