Hint of Autumn
Did you note the chill today,
That fascinating thrill today,
A hint of autumn in the air,
A slip of summer everywhere.
E’en captured in her dress’s folds,
The tiny bits of autumn golds,
Soft yellow aura; inner threads,
On inward still the auburn reds.
Oh, sweep me up, as up I climb,
In subtle draft of change sublime,
As summer spins in final dance,
She flirts with fall in rapt romance.
Peter Lowell Paulson
August 31, 2017
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