Winter is right at my doors!
Yet my heart sings red and yellow
And oblige to this unfathomable call of fall
May be it’s just the impulse to resonate my feeds
Overrun with maple leaves and pumpkin patches
May be my fancy for peaches or lust for tawny branches
Perhaps my bubbling urge to praise the cession of the trees
That toss their blushing leaves
To wash our way with hue
Could just be a whim**sigh**
May be they say,
To let fall our fallacies…
To shed off the duff and pep up, anew as dew!
To efface the haze and spring ablaze !