as moist heavy
late summer clouds drift by
their deceptive cadence
turning hot high noon
into cool blue dusk
and back again
the ripened garden
in its baroque decline
magnifies from scarlet
through raw umber
it is here
that in autumn
you reign supreme
Oh magnificent
and barely audible queen
of the lavish
and curling underbrush...
lucy meskill
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