Monday, October 14, 2013

Song to Autumn in the Desert

You come dressed in different clothes
than your sisters further north.
You do not wear the leaves
so deciduously pretty,
in the fashionable fall.
You flirt at us with sunbeams,
later-rising,
cooler mornings;
as with most of the desert
we sense your heat and coolness,
you radiant thing.
The doves fly higher, later,
and the white-wings travel south,
(I don't know why -
what could be lovlier
than being here
in the desert
with you?).

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