Autumn Caveat

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Autumn Caveat

It's mornings like this;

The stingy sun trying to hold back

Even the warmth of its reflection

Flashing coldly in the lake.

When November leaves drop in sudden gusts,

Like a red and yellow flock of birds

Swooping at once to ground.

Or even nights:

When winds reach wet hands

To take you spinning with random paper

Down back street gutters, under straining bridges

To clogged rivers.

It's this:

The time of year, along with spring,

When poets must take care

Not to sing the same old songs

Stolen from tribal memory.

Thomas R. Drinkard

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I wonder why when we upload things they sometimes look all wrong - am I doing something wrong? Maybe I shouldn't center things.

Ach weel - LB

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Here's another seasonal one:

November comes

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.

- Clyde Watson