Stop-gapped between the torrid
and the frigid, a subtle awareness
celebrates pied colors.

In the early darkening
there’s a new found love of candlelight
as if we were the inventors of fire.

Some sense of hanging on
declares the frost bit rose
most beautiful of all.

Sun worshipers in August,
we wear our new fall sweaters
with devotion.

Sometimes we take
without giving; sometimes
we give without taking,

Gratitude is ongoing,
every sunrise we celebrate
Thanksgiving.

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