The first day of autumn will tumble in;
leaves will crumble into a mosaic rug,
the soil will gentle back to humus,
the birds will nestle in their twigs,
pulling down-feathers over heads,
and I will sit in at my favorite window
sipping tea, waiting for the glass to fog.
—C.L. Fisher, September 2020
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