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November 17, 2012

The Fall from Autumn's Climb

For a friend.

He left no note nor clues of time,
so none can say just what he saw
before the fall from autumn's climb.

I picture rich pre-dusk sublime,
through leaves of earthy hued tree braw.
He left no note nor clues of time.

His friends pursued life's paradigm.
Was his response then to withdraw,
before the fall from autumn's climb?

If warned, none would've begrudged a stime
for deeper talks or games of taw.
He left no note nor clues of time.

He'd seemed so balanced in his prime,
and one to know spring follows thaw,
before the fall from autumn's climb.

If crumpled leaves complete the rhyme,
was baleful hemp a prose whipsaw?
He left no note nor clues of time
before the fall from autumn's climb.

Posted by Justin Katz at November 17, 2012 10:35 AM
Literature