autumn
is not my favorite season
never has been
there is too much
inherent sadness
in its finale
grief plump with losses
sends a descending note
with each falling leaf
but today
autumn
in its finery
its anything but
mourning garb
dressed for
mardi gras
is pleading
its case
swinging its bright beads
with unparalleled eloquence
before my
high hard bench
christie
11-26-11
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