Fall's soft-fluttering tempo before the crescendo
trembles beneath boundless blue breadth.
But I have a small fall plea...
Don’t gratify us instantly
But unfold nature’s law
Of fall’s masterpiece poetry
In sweet slow-motion awe
Don’t undo woodlands all at once
But as branches unfold
Let breath-stealing wonder ensconce
Our wants with red and gold
Don’t rush the beauty of good-bye
Like a wild pianist
While overhead geese honk and fly
And leaf-ballets untwist
Don’t usher us, with brusque brush-strokes
Across earth’s cluttered desk
But tease us as your touch evokes
Unraveled arabesque
Don’t drain the beggar’s ballroom yet
But let the music fade
Fall's leaf and petal pirouette
In sweet, slow promenade
© Janet Martin
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