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Season to be Witched

As sun nears its nadir,
in November, at New England,
it pauses
for light to leap with delight

Between green grass ground
and brown leaves
lefttolinger
on many trees,

But not on maples,
whose burnt offerings
cushion many a fall.

Dave Read

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