hallowed direction

heavy clouds and dead leaves
ran to new seasons,
spinning in cool tempered winds
caught under purple horizons,
where and when harvesters see it too,
muted reflections,
crumpled foliage.
for a moment, trepidation shakes
in trees, and cars
going nowhere now,
unmistakeable and unknown,
rustled in all directions.
this hallowed direction ’round me.

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