Autumnal Pleasures
By Becky Castle

Autumnal pleasures seep in
every pore:
A hint of shiver draws me to enfold
My arms in woolen fashions I adore.
Cider warms me as the air
grows cold.
Tantalizing crispness hits my nose
While crimson, cream and caramel meet my eyes.
Oh, why is it this rapturous
season goes
As soon as winter's snow storms blaze the skies?
Just pondering the soon-
encroaching cold
Embitters me against all autumn's wiles.
I hate the cold, the winter, truth
be told;
It steals warm autumn beauty with its guiles.
But shall I fret and not enjoy the day?
To fear tomorrow ruins my today.

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