In the Fall
I like the idea of summer more than the practical application,
The summer sun is golden and lingers long past pumpkin hour.
“Nothing gold can stay” is a promise Robert Frost and Ponyboy made that I loved in literature but now feels both threatening and reassuring at 48.
I once wore a bikini, but now it’s a scuba suit to protect from skin cancer and a razor.
The green of the leaves is hanging in there but my hour is over, my Eden has sunk
Nothing Gold can stay– is my mantra.
I’m living in the Fall.
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This poems describesthat autumnal yearning well!
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