Fall

The autumn sky avec the fall;

The yellow leaves that seldom belong.

The mustard hue that lingers on…

The sun, Ana, the mustard leaves,

the hallelujah chorus and swarming bees.

Where one and another rendez- vous meets.

The memories of fall cherished by me.

© achillesheelpoetry, 2020

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