November 06, 1991|By Judy Chernak


Leaves float orangely,

Green tomatoes droop on browned vines,

Purple petunias pout in their pots, and drop.

Time itself freefalls:

"Spring forward, Fall backward,"

Instruct the daylight to save itself

For my early morning walks.

Winds dance wickedly, witchingly

Buffeting loose wisps and uncovered ears.

Toes still warm, fingers numbing in

$ the brusque breezes.

Sniffles starting. Shoulders snuggle into

Suddenly sparse-woven sweatshirt.

It was warm enough when I stepped out . . .

How thoughtless of me to forget the nature of


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