Hold on to autumn, to this fragile ray
The sun has reached you with, it will not last
This free fall of November, time won’t stay
Suspended what’s to come and what has passed
Between, so hold them close, these final hours
Still clinging to the calendar, for ours
Are those short-lived bright moments that we touch
Without a hope of keeping them, they fleet
And yet remain, and reappear with such
Stark clarity, it sweeps us off our feet
When in the midst of winter’s endless plain
We glimpse our autumn, falling once again.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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