Autumn

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Title:     Autumn
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

I know her not by fallen leaves
Or resting heaps of hay;
Or by the sheathing mists of mauve
That soothe the fiery day.

I know her not by plumping nuts,
By redded hips and haws,
Or by the silence hanging sad
Under the wind's sere pause.

But by her sighs I know her well--
They are like Sorrow's breath;
And by this longing, strangely still,
For something after death.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Autumn

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