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Connections: October 11

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERABreathes there a grown-up with soul so dead

who never to the leaves has said

I want to play

heave the browns by bushel and bunch

hear them crackle, snap and crunch

corduroy-kneed, just for today?

With apologies to Sir Walter Scott.


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Connections: October 2

“Nature’s first green is gold”

and so is its last.

“Nothing gold can stay”

but autumn rain holds it fast.

Golden curls stuck to mossy world

  glimmering,  furled

Midas-touched, copper’d, brass’d.

With thanks to Robert Frost, the Sandra Littleton-Uetz Library,

and the S.W. Berg Archives.