Color Thee Green to Red and Gray — Image by kenne
XII.
Autumn is seeking the Winter coma
How quickly the years bud fades away
Bug ratty or Autumn burnt, singed
There are brown holes in Summer clothes
No longer green, they’re gone ash gray
A brumal vacuum inserts itself in the air
And how much of a seer must one be
To read Winter encroachment in all this
I can flip a coin and I cannot predict
Heads or tails with any accuracy but
I do know that the rising coin will fall
This much at least I can predict unerringly
— from Autumn Variations, by SPMackin
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