# ' Winautumn Is Here Poem by Daffodil Decarie

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Whisking off sweat droplets
On his cheeks, nose tip
Up his forehead-
A gentleman sat on
Carved myonlylily bench-
Breaking sultry in the east
A misty sunlight cower-
His shyness drips upon mine.
.
I Look over his eyelashes,
Eyes- across multitude of
soft cotton breeze,
dancing ladies dances
Like a gallfly arriving
Upon passion flowers
Inflorescence-
.
AND THEN
.
I wonder how wet
winter will be, this year.

Daffodil 13-Oct.2008