Autumn nips at my heels
and my bike wheels now
squeak in the mornings.
Whirlwinds of yellow leaves
complete the race, beyond
the stop sign. We go
together despite the
green in the tress.
Stepping on squirrels
who scavenge and retreat.
Frantic hibernation is
teasing their yearly
lease.
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