First Taste of Fall

A lush, mellowed morning

honeyed languor and subtle undertaste 

of spent growing things 

in succulent, slow surrender

umami of decay on the barest earthy breeze

Such a welcome intermezzo

from saccharine summer 

with its green hurry

brackish noise

and acrid sun.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written 7/17/14

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