Fall’s first gold is green.
It falls somewhere between
a joy and a concern,
but soon the leaves will turn
flamboyant with that doubt,
like people falling out
of love, becoming all
the lovelier as they fall.
from Poetry Northwest 05.2 Fall & Winter 2010 & 2011More by Eric McHenry from the library
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