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a pale dappling of the softest gray

the sun could not speak

the furnace of summer

gradually got turned down

a dusk blue neon

could not argue the retreat

winter stands to the side

another day

envying the breezy busy changes

all a shiver

with such impending delight

while the fall cries foul

all proof she had ever even

arrived

has been hastily confiscated

no police for such matter exist

to investigate the crime

so her swan song

must remain postponed

for yet another year

as the armies of snow

and cold converge in her back yard

to make camp and sneer.............

(written Aug. 18, 2002 9pm)