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I look at autumnal leaves falling. The sky

darkens with gloom. The feet twitch

to move faster, to find green grass growing

or any flowers not dying.

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October is the hour to leave,

dropping all the activities of summer,

fleeing from this time zone

alone, wanting the company

of migrating birds.

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And so you run from the coming cold

because the passion that was growth

and greenery is gone. Run from frosted

fields and frosted breath. Flee faster

like a disgruntled child.

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Panting hard and running fast, bid

fair winds to October and welcome winter.

Run faster, gymshoes neatly tied. Become

a seasonal leaper who knows that

leaving is impossible. It is merely time

to break out the galoshes.

.hi

allets

01-04-14

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