Early autumn is brass toned beneath the sunflowers
And the fallen acorns and boysenberries announce
It is coming on now and hard
And here where the frogs jump like rocking horses in my twilit garden
As these purple toned longer days whisper
That it is now okay for me to linger
In these tender illusions that have no dimmer switch
And while I bask in this failing light
I find myself dreaming ahead to December days
Of the gingerbread man’s apothecary
That the nearby turquoise drug store soon will be
It seems another year has evaporated on me
And now I find myself leaning even harder on this walking stick of mine
And yet my mind is still a place of great invention
A three ring circus that refuses to decline
And as true darkness draws tight around me
I retreat to my hearth to light my pinecone piled high fireplace
For a long relaxed afghaned nap that might well last throughout the entire night
And onward to the break of day
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