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Wild Leafs flutter in a hue-laden town,
windows creak open, spritely faces gleam,
cheerful air burgeoning, no need to frown,
sweet fragrant coffee dock, a gust of hot...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
My wife and son lay silent, all tucked...

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How tall the naked oaks stood, and so bold
The sidewalks and my heart still damp with rain
The topaz twilight fades in shades of gold
As fallen...

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A regiment of sunflower golden disks
Turns heads
Assembled all summer for the daily
Love ambush
Upon the five o’clock rush
At the I-496 interchange

Home
Of pizza joints hotels and gas...

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Tiny seed slumbering beneath.
It Awakens as it spirals out of the soil
Bursting through the ground
Reaching the sky above
It finds itself a giant above the earth.

Budlings...

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I want you to know
That I love you more 
Than all of my Octobers
Which is not to say
There are a lot of them
Even though there...

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FLOWERED TEACUP IN SPRING


My heart lies vacant
             to vulnerability, voiding into
  ...

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October
Full and round the sound
October
Golden bright its light
October’s moon
Like sun at noon
A comfort in the night

Leaves lay thick their carpet
They crunch along the lane
So rich...

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a man could come to no good

stealing a neighbors cordwood

so at home i rest

and trying my best

concentrate on a baked good.
...

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In autumn's graceful waltz of time,
Beauty and decay intertwine.
Where joy and sorrow blissfully dance
In grace, they move, a mesmerizing rhyme.

Leaves unfurl like a painter's dream,
A...

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When Autumn marks its equinox
And Fall steps in to take its spot

With harvest hues in rich arrays
Bursting out in bold displays

Of red and yellow, gold...

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Standing here
Miles from home
Where moonlit wheatfields 
Inspire me to write

October’s whisper
Causes their stir
And I watch as they
Undulate like ocean
Or satin sheets
Billowing over a bed

And I...

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OCTOBER 6, 2022

Fall in the Finger Lakes,
a meeting in Canandaigua,
a nature reserve visit on West Hill
north of Naples, the season at early 
peak, all the...

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Come one, come all, to Old Pumpkin Lane
where ghosts and goblins call your name
as you rustle through leaves of russet and red
while owls and mysterious...

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Morning’s first frost
Ghost sprawled to lawns

Horizon sun
Snowman’s head rolled from fog

The backs of deer
Cut atop the cropped bean fields
Like circling shark fins

On the way
To my...

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