Fall Forms

Allusions lead to absence? Believe it, sir and ma'am. Hold the door? Then get ye hence? Why the constant slam? Truth be told, the terror tells. Tollbooth of the dead. Nebula, will-o-the-wells. Stray to look ahead... Young the yellow yearling? It's right there in his name. Hornets, honeybees. Same sting? Stake it on thy claim. Frame of usual story? O kindness, are you real? Would if could, morning glory? Flicker as ye feel! Unity the ugly damn? Indeed. That's been true. Summertime, the crowds thin. Ham? Blow away the blue. Hated is the world outside! Woe betide, landslide. Pace of poet, poison plied. How the cockerels chide...