In the earliest days of the autumnal season,
humble gusts of wind are stirring the foliage,
transforming the singular perfume of our summer delight
into a polyphonic pleasure.
What verve of October
captivates us so? implores one to
crave this ephemeral equinox
yet to live in it’s jubilancy for always?
But, behold! O, what bliss!
I implore you, great specter,
let this magnificent harmony
never elude me.
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