My first autumn

Steals in on invisible stilts

Lands cold kisses on my cheeks, which sunlight warms.

Leaves in varied forms and rusted hues

Travel tumbling to the brooks


My first autumn

Slowly rises with the moon

Forgets to close the doors through the sweeping avenues

Bursting seedpods beat rhythm

Irregular, lost but unrelenting


My first autumn

Is like uncertain love

Pure uncertain regard for certain recklessness and verve

Quietly descends in voluptuous waves

Stealing my breath away


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