Copyright 2020 by S. Thomas kaza
1
The crisp morning air
Noisy geese pass overhead
Leaves crunch under foot
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I had forgotten her
In the glorious blaze of Summer
But now I anticipate
Autumn
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I can still smell the smoke
Of the fires we left burning
Still feel the ache
In my heart for home yearning
When they rallied the thanes
With our shields and our swords
Rallied the thanes
To our banners and lords
And we marched off to fight
The viking hordes
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I did not return home that time
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2
Tart apple cider
Sweetness squeezed to the last drop
Warm brown murky juice
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I had not thought of her
When the August rains filled the creek to its banks
But now she has arrived
Autumn
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I can still feel the joy
Filling my heart
As I handed him the sweater
When he climbed on the cart
He left our home on the farm
To learn the new science
Left our home
To stand among giants
To unlock the heavens
And speak in defiance
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He returned home marked a heretic
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3
A leaf falls onto
The surface of a still pond
Ripples hide the world
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She strides in all her splendor
Her reds and golds bursting forth
We embrace once again
Autumn
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I can still hear the flute
The lonely tune it played
Near the temple where the monks
For enlightenment prayed
I stopped by a lake
To rest on a stone
Stopped by a lake
And brushed out a poem
And later that day I made a fair deal
A merchant claimed my lines
In exchange for a meal
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I reached my granddaughter’s home the next day