Mid-Atlantic States’ Autumn Afternoon

 

Soon it’s three o’clock:

 

My favorite hour at this time

of year,

 

when daylight starts further

to fall, because it’s set to do so

 

When stark-yellow transports

will go by

 

smooth and grumbly under

 

billow-clouds with cotton faces

deepening

 

They say, laughing while we

run for porches that have

ceilings,

 

Enjoy this grey day

 

Its lack of definition presses

romance through everything

beneath

 

an amber sun

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