I Become Autumn

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Its beauty seethed with gentleness

I was danced through air Kaleidoscope
Rustling with gratitude

Tongue of oak

Sweeping all longing

For searing green

All melancholy
For piercing heat
I drank the air
With cavernous joy

Swaying, sagging

Crinkling sweet

Letting fly
My summerness

Young flowers

Resting under

Glorious leaves

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Artist's response: Patti Di Sciascio