You are a vixen, Autumn, hovering above treetops, blowing tempting kisses that tint green leaves into shades of red, yellow, orange and brown. With such gentle fingers, you pluck life so swiftly , and the breezes from your swirling dance seduces each sturdy leaf and makes them tumble to the ground Oh Autumn, I have heard your sighs of passion, as your breath strips each branch, pausing only to press your sultry kiss to all things which now must die, your moaning cries I hear as your undulations bring summer to an end, and then off you go, a tease right to the end... copyright April 2002 Judith Anne Labriola
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