from 'While Passing Through'/Fall
October morning—
crisper air, different light—
fall has its own charms.
me, i'm a cold wimp, but like so many, how could i not appreciate the color and all the distinctives of fall? again, thanks for reading my poem and commenting. -glen
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Fall has indeed its undeniable charms, the cool breeze, the flaming maples, the falling acorns, the flying leaves, the rustling sound under the feet...... all make it adorable!
Lately summer still plays leap frog here with fall. Unusually, freakishly, we’re having temperatures near or at 70 degrees F. I’m not complaining, but having lived in Albuquerque more than forty years, it does seem weird. Thanks for your comment, Valsa. -Glen