Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.
Crumpled bits of paper bags, butterscotch,
Vermilion, ocher, brunette leaves rumpled.
Gone are days of verdence lush, now muffled —
By decay; pungent scent, Autumn rotting.
Such beauty, such fear of summer days lost.
Imagining patio, sangria’s stumble.
While in the new cold, fingers they fumble.
Finding right key before cold’s biting frost.
Radiant decay stay awhile and crunch —
Underfoot; wandering through rivervalleys.
Temperatures perfect, breezy days fun,
The crinkle of Autumn’s shedding grande.
Where the cold and warmth linger sharing grace,
Fall forever as I meander trails.
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