Sunday, October 16, 2011


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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