For Fall

Your nips gently beckon

The little love bites of winter.

I almost forgot the world is cold, patiently,

You remind me, “Once again,

Summer’s fibs, those emerald promises made in sultry heat?

Lay auburn and garnet the citrine streets.”

Layers of dormant comfort, soft foliage

Remind me, while you peck politely,

Then shamelessly crack my lips.

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