Autumn Presses

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A lovely view from my back porch.

Autumn, pressing with questions,

Undressing, flowing tresses,

Gentle kisses of cool breezes

lull me into the romantic.

Swooning for Her whispers,

forget Summer’s good-bye tears,

She won’t miss us,

But, Autumn, my dear,

You’re here to Bless us.

© CGT, 2017.



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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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