Autumn is the time when leaves turn orange and brown

And crackle when you step upon them

Summer’s and spring’s quiet sweet fruits make way for

Crunchy tart fruits that tend toward bluntness

Autumn is sarcasm, outspokenness, wanting the last word

Nature at its smarmiest and orneriest

A Song For Autumn would be discordant jazz

Photo by Oliver Hihn on Unsplash

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My name is Larry Trasciatti I live in Long Beach New York, am sixty two years old and have been writing poetry for around the past five years .

You can read more of my writing at EASTELMHURST.A.GO.GO