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Good Morning Autumn

Good morning Autumn.

What took you so long?
I’ve been waiting in the sun so patiently for you to come and now that you are here, the wait seems so short—but what took you so long?

Good morning cello.
Good morning violin.
Good morning piano.

Good morning Debussy.
Good morning Ravel.
Good morning Turina.
Good morning Rachel’s.

Good morning change of seasons.
Good to see you again.
Good morning change of soul.
Good to feel you again.

Good morning October.

Did you bring your harvest moon to loom over Camelback mountain in haunting shades jack-o-lantern?

Did you bring your morning chill and days when the sun is not allowed to shine so bright ending his punishment on the desert dwellers?

Did you bring the ghouls and ghosts and spirit walkers and other manifestations from the world of in-between?

Did you bring your campy horror marathons and creature features and stories of the supernatural?

Did you bring your pumpkin colors and harvest shades of gold?

Did you bring your warm apple cider and morning coffee?

Did you?

Ahh… Oh cozy days, you are here again.

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© 2006 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on October 1, 2006 in
Emotion: Tender, Type: Poetry/Prose