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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Autumn's Arrival

Come autumn
Every last crow
Seems to know
At least one of
The four Noble Truths
Each caw being a call
Of attachment  
To the pungent scent
Of the past prime earth

And crickets too
In their threnody
Evidence plenty of will
To hold September's
Fading warmth
For all that it’s worth

But a mind settled
Well on the mat
Heeds neither
Chirp nor caw as it
Welcomes autumn's arrival
Serenely consigned  
To the harvest of bounties
That accompanies
 Summer’s demise

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