Autumn wind sweeps in to embezzle
the essence of the earth as the trees
are holding on tight to their leaves
that somehow manage to wear greens
this late. I watch how the clouds
rotate to absorb the last of summer
heat that will soon give in to chills
when the sun turns its back, looking
the other way as if conspiring with
autumn in an attempt to forsake the land,
as if leaving a fiery beauty as a peace
offering could soothe the pricked skin,
and it usually works for we are drugged
once again by autumn's sugared wind.
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