Proper Seasoning
She walks towards me
A tall attractive woman
No shadows between us
Speaking in a soft clear voice
I hear words I understand not
Her approach is silent and slow
Each step a memory ignites
I know her though how escapes me
A smile framing a beautiful face
No longer tolerating this angst I ask
Who are you lovely stranger
I feel perplexed and flushed
With never a sign of having heard
She seats herself before me gracefully
I have come to you once again she murmurs
Many times my face you have seen
After each hot and humid Summer
Have I not visited with you old friend
Then I recall and indeed remember
She falls each year passing my way
Dear Autumn how I love you
I often wish you could stay
By lugh
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