Running Out Of Time By Anonymous

The days grow shorter,

The air is colder.

So is the river.

It’s fall.

Different upstate.

Dark is darker;

Cold is colder.

The seasons are not

Muted by lights, traffic,

packed subways and buses.

Running out of time;

I feel it on the river

I’m pressing, knowing there are

but a few days left.

Mistakes made,

Lines tangled,

Trees caught.

Light fading;

Running out of time