Weakened Autumn voices announce their demise
A futile attempt to delay Winter's arrival
For a month or a week
Even an hour would suffice
The gradual shift, lost in the breeze
Rotation of time on the edge
A roid raged sky delivers the news with evil delight
Consumed with denial and deliverance
Assuming its place in the cyclical process
Bearer of grays ..... and the Blues
We hope it's a fraud but fear it's a trend
A polar opposite from yesterday
Lives don't change that sudden, that swift
A minor big bang in our bio-clock existence
Vague in intent, precise in execution
November, 2014
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