Friday, October 21, 2022

I used to revel with Fall foliage


now, it's the pursuit of persimmons.  The Fuyu season is finite but rewarding.  Of course, a sugar maple or two will not be overlooked.  Fall is an awe-filled season.  Crispness is definition, is boundary.  

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  1. Susan E. GangelOctober 27, 2022 at 9:17 AM

    Have to Know

    an odd oboe conjures
    one last day of summer
    (get groceries)

    two lamposts later
    still looking for my train
    (call her)

    zinger thrown by adlib
    rebounds off the dust
    (sort socks)

    not sure of nothing
    air too far gone ahead
    little jumpers of plaid
    rocks in pail
    (cook something)

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