Swift autumn, like a bonfire of leaves....
Elinor Wylie
And so it has seemed, watching the wind scatter the fiery leaves hither and yon,
as we sit under our Tulip Poplar watching.
I want to gather them to me, hold them close. Cling to this day.
Else lie among them, breathing in the scent of autumn hastening away.
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