Bemoaning Autumn
Leaves fly
on frigid wings,
limbs sigh
as wind
traipses through them,
chagrined,
for though
winter's not here,
they know.
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"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
--Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
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