Late October
Though tenuous the winds impinge
on late October's brittle fringe,
bereft of August's saffron glow
when brilliant sky did ardent flow
formidable in cyan tinge,
immutable will frost astringe
hot tangerine of summer singe;
no haven for the zeal to go.
Demurely comes first winter's twinge
as last of maple leaves unhinge.
Soon falcons after doves will go
'cross interludes of vestal snow,
while eaves sketch icicles' syringe.
10/23/17
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