Autumn practices voodoo with acupuncture needles. All kidney meridian pin sticks and permanent appetite point piercings.
She's the Wicked Witch of the West Coast.
And when it rained last week for the fourth time this year, it was because of her drum and bass rain dance. Or her potent banashing ritual performed on the Dark Moon.
So ... happy New Moon, Autumn.
She'll rip your hat off and sendx it down the street the wind.
She'll play chicken with you on the sidewalk, then fake shy if she thinks you have expectations of her.
She'll deposit a Lover at your doorstep without even signing the card, and when you are the only one awake, still basking in passion's bliss, she will distract you with song at the top of her lungs riding past your apartment on her bicycle broomstick.
I do not have to seek anymore.
Autumn will not be ignored.
Will Not Be Ignored
Hollywood, CA
Hollywood, CA
October 14, 2007
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A Child's Calendar
November
by John Updike
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.
And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness---
Oh, my soul is singing with your words ...
I can't help but post the lyrics to my favorite and most seasonally appropriate song:
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon Ill hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
And we begin
to dance anew
filled with starry hope
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