She dies with dreams, then like a phoenix
From the ash of summer spent
She rises, soft-brushes the onyx
Arabesque of discontent
From her shoulders; now she is bolder
Older than she was before
Lessons of summer season, mold Her
Into Wisdom’s troubadour
Leaves whisper; brittle bronze-y omen
Sallies-slips-drips-swivels-swirls
To kiss the cheek of autumn’s woman
Born of summer’s yester-girl
© Janet Martin
'o-o-o-h, I love fall', sighed Victoria yesterday in a morning sharp with its suggestions,
'its comfy sweaters, jeans and tea...'
We look at each other and grin in mutual delight while Jim tries to straddle the gap twixt venus-mars
'o-o-o-h, I love fall', sighed Victoria yesterday in a morning sharp with its suggestions,
'its comfy sweaters, jeans and tea...'
We look at each other and grin in mutual delight while Jim tries to straddle the gap twixt venus-mars
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