Ode to Late Summer
October’s clock strikes but a song!
I will not call you “Autumn”
for your season is not of change but continuation:
plentiful the scene - serenity of sky and
full green leaf without the inclination to fall.
What if spiders have snared the hedgerows
and reddened apples lisp with wasps?
While you your warming pardon shine,
that
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