Mulch

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Mulch

This is the season when friends gather
Around the hearth, the parlor, and table.
This is the time of changing weather

The trees transform, yellow elms, red maple
Autumn’s breathe blows, then sighs lovingly
Admires her work, bright orange and dark sable

Under a crimson sky; a portrait heavenly
Of nature’s brush, transient, a fall fable
Where breezes falter, start, move again evenly

Over the sea, across the ice, portend affable
Subtle change. A chill which lingers in the night
Under stars, with windy currents unstable

Imbues the being, and renovates October’s light
With icy glaze; we cease and continue as
Dead leaves, fertile mulch from winter’s blight

Flamboyant food of harvest’s repast
This is the season when friend’s gather
Around the hearth, the parlor, and table
This is the time of changing weather.

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