Autumn's cool is on the skin And in the nostrils quivering. The figs turn purple and burst red And the honeyed tongue is pink.
We spread black netting over the leaves Hoping to deter the bats. The yellow hornets feast these days In the time of orange persimmons.
Through the low crotch of a lilac shrub I saw a young cardinal hanging Upside down in the plastic mesh Dead, more tangerine than red.
On the path I met a snake, Nearly stepped on his shiny back But the Genius warned me just in time And I retreated carefully.
He raised his head reluctantly And slowly lowered it again When I told him that I meant no harm. With Nature's kind I keep my pact.
The crabgrass now exultantly Throws its last one million seeds, The fescue deepens to a richer green. Spotted dear leap away
From my silver car on the dust brown road. Clear blue skies and gentle winds Colour my heart as golden flames Drop softly down the western world.
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