Autumn Promise

Rain
No rain
Rain
Mist on the lake
Morning
No sun
Leaves fall
They fall and they fall
And they fall
Late summer sun
Burns through the lens
Of passing opportunity
Wild grapes
And bittersweet:
The crown and nectar
Of the triumph
Of change
The mist lifts
Clouds drift
And there the sun
Bids the leaves
Dance to his tune.

They do.
We do.
I do.

I do.

That's a promise.

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