I hear them calling as the
breeze scatters dry sprigs
and leaves much or many.
temperatures slouching
in their chairs
mercury plummeting
on the stock market
on the calendar
of life
cooling of
less vigor
more wisdom
perhaps Fall
is all
about wisdom?
I'm Falling
for it
wisely
lovingly
wholly
as is
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