FALLEN

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Autumn doesn't live here anymore
the season left, with just a note.
September has divorced the year
declared separation from this life
that loved it.
Autumn packed its red leather bags
looked homeward, angel,
and went to live in memory
in the grave,
with Grandma, the dog, wife and sanity.
October took with her the warmth of hope
coolness of security
brilliance of youth,
happy melancholy of nostalgia.
November was a grandmother's smile,
a pot of stew, t.v.. after homework.
Life ends in summer.



©Jeff Rich