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When autumn comes, it comes because it goes

In everyone.  Because it goes, it comes

Outside and in us.  Autumn does not doze

But grows awake.  It wakes in Bach-like sums

In fall’s own leaves that never go away . . .

. . . Completely fugal — here — and supernal,

Supernal orange and yellow, red their sway

As dying in the swayed eyes — eternal —

They promise to return, return again,

Again, and so they do not die.  Slight forms

Of maple leaves, of aspen leaves they stain

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October souls in slightest aspen storms.

  Our aspen souls, our maple souls are seen

    Forever yellow, red and orange and green.

© Phillip Whidden