Days Are Getting Shorter Here

Days are getting shorter here,nights come sooner.There’s stray leaves on the road,painting it in yellow.Yellow is the light as well,illuminating the leaves on the road.It’s getting darker here,darker, colder, wetter. Days are getting shorter here.nights come sooner. Someone runs where I walk,in a white top and dark bottoms.Someone speeds up on a bike,with a Wolt bag on their back.Someone walks their dog.Someone sits and smokes. Days are getting shorter here.Nights come sooner. It rains here, little drops of water,caress my face and stay.There are puddles on the road.The gusts of wind, make me want to run.Run. Run. Run.Against the wind, into the wind.Run! Run! Run!But I don’t. I walk and I write. Days are getting shorter here.Night comes sooner.