Leaves are losing their exuberance
of green, some trees have given
over to the fall colors, the curling
of their leaves. All except the pines
are a duller green, the leaves
thinning, more light, more shadows
and the allies of shorter days and longer
nights has struck the chords of melancholy
in this gloaming time of the year,
the sweet sorrow of no longer holding
what was once held, seen, heard, felt
and memories turning into new dreams
like that water into wine at the wedding
feast which is what time is and the surprise
the best wine is served last, So the light
is moving with time and desire, the seductive
right temptation one more time, the sigh
of surrender as one season ends and another
through the opening of leaves letting light in.
-Byron Hoot
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