“A Proportional Fall from Grace”
Coffee beans roasted to perfection
Patience paying off in some measure
The most welcome and most comfortable chill of Autumn
That can be handled with cozy blanket warmth
Looking for furnace noises with my ears
Metallic mechanisms and air tickety-tack and vibrate towards a low and sustained glow
Looking to toast the tips of toes peeking through shameful holes of worn-out socks
Myriad leaves get a whipping up red, get a whipping up yellow, and die in tornado dances looking both uniform and frenzied orange
Frost gaining momentary possession of glass surfaces
Then slowly sliding down as a weakening sun rises up
Up! Up! off a fire maize horizon
Seasonal smells advance as Canadian cold fronts push the remainder of Summer away to memory
Until we once again glow magnetic ablaze in the vernal majestic
Suspended somewhere in nature’s supreme transitional testimony to existence
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