Hello, Fall—
I’ve missed you;
how many years has it been
since I met you this way?
The sweet musk of leaves
under deep-crisp blues
and wispy cirrus finger trails—
has it been a decade? Two?
Well, I’ll only see a few of you
this way; though I acknowledge
you’ve been wearing beauty, thus
for millennia. Today, though
hello: I’m glad I was here for this.
November 2020
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