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October 11, 2013

 

 

Oh Autumn, my beloved season,

I pray it will not end.

 

I love the changing landscape

each burnished leaf, a message sends.

 

And weather so dependable,

and sun that does not burn,

 

and berries ripe and plentiful

waiting to be plucked in turn,

 

then cooked and put in jam pots

and life in harmony with one.

 

The downside to my Autumn,

is alas, too soon it’s gone.

 

It is pushed out by submission

from it’s stronger Winter brother.

 

The treacherous bully of all seasons,

far worse than any other.

 

So now, when leaves are sodden

and every tree is bare,

 

I can only hope that next year,

in Autumn, I’ll be there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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