I Find My Father in the Change of Seasons

This November, Autumn breezed in on leafy, toasted wings of wax . Autumn wasn’t quite content looking up to weary Atlus. Autumn had to eclipse all cautionary fables so Autumn caught the briney bird. Autumn’s kin, the roots and tubers. Autumn labored. Under the cold sun Autumn brought out thick, white, flower china Autumn brought in the scent of pine and bittersweet and meat Autumn brought us all together

where we waited, scattered after the last winter's wind

Autumn does his level best to be a magnet. Autumn did strive and, good Fall, did succeed. Our kind Fall.

Fall,

our kind

did succeed.

And good Fall,

Autumn did strive.

Best to be a magnet

when Autumn does level

after the last winter’s wind

When we waited, scattered

Autumn brought us all together

Pine and bittersweet and meat

Autumn brought the heady scent. China thick and white, flowers fresh

Autumn brought out the very best.

Under cold sun, autumn labored.

Tubers and roots, Autumns kin,

the briney bird Autumn caught,

all cautionary fables had to eclipse the weary Atlus Autumn wasn’t quite content on wings toasted, leafy. This red fall,

Autumn

bree-

zed

in.