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Autumn Tryst
I fell for the fall long ago.
It’s been an affair of the heart.
My autumn tryst, I haven’t missed,
I swooned from the very start.
For the fiery leaves sing their siren song,
This stained glass of my forest cathedral.
My lust for life revives itself,
My soul undergoes upheaval.
Though some prefer the conifer,
Staying green throughout the year;
There’s simply no match
When the deciduous hatch,
And the colors of heaven come near.
I fell for the fall long ago,
It has always soothed my soul.
It reminds me of life’s short breath,
And grants me grace to grow old.
by Bruce Fogerty
About the Birdbath Poet: Bruce Fogerty puts his poems in the
birdbath in front of my home for friends and neighbors. People come by all day to get their poem.
There are birdbaths around town and at the high school for this low tech distribution.
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