10.30.2014

fall
slowly, spiraling drops of honey, crimson and amber
across the road and yard in bright ticker-tape style
fall
warm on my back, crisp in my nose,
linger on speckled gourds in no particular hurry
fall
remind us to draw slow down and cuddle in,
pull out scratchy sweaters and heat up cider
fall
more than a season, a show or a verb,
a welcome friend with time to spare

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