OctPoWriMo 20

It must be fall
Since there’s a spring

In our steps
Despite the heaviness

All around us
The earth crackles

Sending former
Pieces of trees

From neat piles
Distressed by sound

Of leaf blowers
Or errant breezes

Until obliterated
Under our feet

On the way to the end
Of where we had been

For so long
Crushed