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Perfume of the Fall


In the dead silence of the lonely time

A pallid leaf seals the season's rhyme

A verse with flame and chill has begun

And the rhyming epilogue, a lemon sun


A rustling leaf, the downfall so brief

The sound breaks like a chocking grief

The trees that shed, the blazing tears

Patient, waiting a closing end of fears..


Despite the temper, despite the mist

Even when we have a feeling's twist

Autumn will still burn his poetic fire

Still entrances an errant poet's desire


Along the river for long, still flowing

An edgewise walk; leaves scattering

The pine forest's perfumes spinning

Embalm the dead spirit of the season

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