traffic backup, roadwork signs. drive down road, little houses treed yards. brown leaves, first sign of fall. kids about to go back to school\parents return to work. rolling on the seconds go, ticking by faster each year so it seems.
cars piled up, to slow, won't go. tiny dancers in the wind blow on to car windows, another sign of coming Harvest Season. people resist the clear trademarks enjoying the fall, but resenting the winter.
I can't understand New England birds, you're housed in cocoons like caterpillars that guard against the elements, not freezer coldness that animals call home. I'm not sure the memo reached you, but this isn't the South.
trees like snakes, shed their rainbow skins, as "Old Man Winter" kicks in. the sound of leaves crunching, cold on the floor under foot. Autumn's death has no memorial, birds flying South a eulogy.