Autumn’s child
this leaf that’s pillowed on the air,
a moment’s falling star with  springtime 
behind it and summer now done

A sigh
this moment of October flame
to be stored in the heart, kept alive in the mind
though ever so brief its sparkling time

Suspended
on the cool breath of fall, when the vines
are all dying, it has touched us forever
without leaving a scar.

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