Between seasons

Late November holds tight to autumn;
canal pathways filled with people
carnival-bright beneath blue skies,
heavy, fruited branches splashed crimson –
bright on black branches.
Bridges and sky and people still reflect
in mirror-smooth canal water
(no ice)
and the sun, still gold
on golden wind-twirled leaves;
not yet the white-bright sun of winter.

But sunset comes early
sets downtown buildings aflame
and darkness coats more
and more hours of the day.
Autumn will release its hold;
Winter comes on apace.

 

3 thoughts on “Between seasons

  1. ” darkness coats more
    and more hours of the day”
    Thank you for reminding me of that gorgeous autumn light. My world is hard and bright and white with snow today!

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