Walking in the Autumn Morn,
September chill upon the Air,
Late, Sol rises from the Celestial Bourn
To Kiss the Frost with Brazen Flair.
Smiling Morning, Singing Light,
Huddled in Evening’s Dulcet Affection,
Linger Warm upon my shoulder
Like sugar and spice Confection.
Silence Rouses from slumbering,
Midnight turns her Cheek away,
Daytide stretches forth her Hand,
In an Unsullied Surfeit Array.
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