Autumn days

This is my season of mists,

damp autumn days

whose leafy embrace smells of dank insoles, sodden tennis shoes

and must.

Mornings are dark, absent of birdsong, and

it seems that

the sun hides underneath a blanket of grey cloud

as I

burrow under blankets

potent with the rusty smell

of bed breath and warm bodies.

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