The Fall air hits different

A picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

The Fall air hits different
Yesterday was windy,
It messed up the yard.
This morning, not as much
Yet the wind is present.
The wind hits different
this morning.
This morning, I look ahead
There is a lot of day left
Yet I feel something waning.
It hits different.

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