Gone at last! - stale summer's end -
Stepped in - at a turn of the sun -
Those brisk October days.
Bright the air and clear -
Can see for miles - can breathe.
Brown the leaves and brittle -
Could take to the woods -
Could walk for leagues.
Look back early morning
At a street arched with trees:
Sunlight streams in a rising haze -
Fall is here! - harbinger
Of only golden days.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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