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"Autumn" (by Joe DiMino)

Knee-deep in turning leaves fallen
I lay down to enjoy the wood’s colors
Cooling sunlight dividing
Into autumn—I am reminded
That man is not his own chemist
Nor the maker of seasons
Winter a cold fact;

I stay awhile…
Then gather in bundles,
Compress into warmth
Brittle and the veins—

The most interesting those
That blow far away…
Where they go
And how new ones come back
Is the mystery of a lifetime
Dull science dimly calls a year.

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