Fall

“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.”
– Paul Valery

~
Nip
In air has
Begun
nibbling
Naked
Ankles
Summer
Gone for broke
Forlornly stares
at own shattered
Piggy bank with
vacant eyes
Seasoned
Leaves hanging
On trees are changing
Green hues on cue
Aping full spectrum
Chameleonic vibrancy
Then
Gently
weaning
Selves from mother
Trees to soon commit
Group harakiri
Landing
In hordes
Underfoot
Covering streets
And or drunkenly
dancing in air
Finally
In last throes
Getting throughly
Scrunched underfoot
For losing selves fully prior
To nouveau resurgencies
As Every
ending
Is verily
a new
Beginning
and

vice versa
~

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