The Alluring acidic aroma
Of decomposing leaves
In a sidewalk gutter
Hangs sweetly
As a chilled nose
Inhales
Mother Nature’s perfume
Ohh
What a great excuse
To practice our ratio of
Powdered hot chocolate mix
To heated milk
The nectar
Of frost bitten mornings
The blend of sunny
Cold days
Allows us to appreciate
The warmth outside while it lasts
The night lingers
Longingly
Into your morning commute
The sounds of your tires
Demolish tricolored leaves
Making a perfect eulogy
To the end of an Indian summer
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A delightful pastel watercolor look at your surroundings, very James Schuyler-like, beautiful rendered. I inhaled this poem. Thank you Wayne. Will