Autumn walk through a hickory stand
A dome of airy yellows
Trees release their nuts with a thud
A smell of Gorgonzola
Swathes the senses
To our noses unappealing
Underfoot, sparkling colours
Lose their luster
For today, the eye's delights
Foil the path of decay
(10/2/2012)
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