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| Autumn |
| Abandon me here, |
| your cold breath's bite on my neck |
| every day different, |
| never knowing with you |
| what to expect. |
| You play with me now, |
| impatiently changing, |
| warm charm, cruelly chilling at whim. |
| Tender regrets, |
| your laughter's afternoon radiance |
| sends red and gold chills down my spine. |
| Partner in melancholy, lately |
| draped in gray-morning mystery |
| exposing bare winter shoulders. |
| Furl me in rainclouds, |
| play me your sinister look |
| whisper me summer-day memories |
| then leave me |
| in windswept indifference. |
| © Jon Bohrn (2000) |
