A walk by the river

Mist looms shapes.
Dew pinched,
Low slung and heavy
Weighted with night.
Fickle stars watch,
River shines black
Calls out quiet
Autumn is upon us.

We break the evening,
leaf-thick and muttered
Cold fingers touching,
Warmed with wine.

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