by Paula Delaney

Created on: September 28, 2009

Ode to Fall

My visitor approaches with a slow gait

that seems to quicken every year.

The visits are expected, yet still a surprise.

This visitor is always intrusive, not wanted here.

It threatens to stop the party

that should go on forever.

It makes a blustery entrance

strong enough to scatter the brown and black crusted streamers

into random clumps on the golden dance floor.

The visitor offers no apology.

Its only gift is the dreaded chill that chases any remaining warmth,

telling me once again, it's time to wrap myself in memories.

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