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Summer now is heavy and arrogant

Pregnant and perfumed wet silk nights

Close stars and a tired moon

Are ready for its finale

 

The white hours are leaving

Shake the summer from your hair

Amber evenings come for you

Give the Harvest Moon its due

 

The first wisp of Autumn

Is laced through the hills

A new river has arrived

Red and orange, purple and gold

Rushing through the treetops--

The sound of a thousand laughing

In my hundred-acre wood

 

Building clouds reflect the hues

Then come beautiful October storms

 

Silver hands of rain

Trouble the jeweled current

Until the river of leaves

Spills over its banks

And tumbles to the quiet ground

To be brown

 

Autumn casts a loving cloak of many colors

Around the forests' shoulders

To shield us from sad long-shadows

Of a yielding Sun

 

Graces

 

September, 2013

 



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