winter’s chill
etched on
each
fallen
leaf:
rustling percussion,
accompanying the riotous
cacophony of
Autumn’s
vainglorious arrival.
so it was,
so it always shall be.
but.
this year,
a warm wind,
(smiling)
unanticpated
&
most welcome,
ushers in
the Fall.
fresh
furious and,
beguilingly calm
a hurricane roils just below.
i tip my hat
join the fray-
excitedly announcing,
“my name
is Ray”.
here
comes
the
fall-
again.
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