ode to autumn

you,
autumn
have been so very mild this year
so unusually warm in clime
and yet for us - you are still 
the crunch of leaves
the shortening days,
the leaving one place
and returning to another
a child clutching a quiet bird
a man dreaming for the future
a woman growing older, 
hair longer, feet worn
leaf meal, egg dyed.
your ruby pomegranates,
quince and sugar plums
from the tree -
what was wonderful,
trying, thoughtful -
 what will be
road, hill, city, breeze,
you are autumn to me.
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