As imperceptible as Grief
The Summer lapsed away

- Emily Dickenson

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Blackberry-Picking

Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: sumer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. The red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk-cans, pea-tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.

- Seamus Heaney (verse 1)

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haiku: autumn trees

depth of autumn
a few leaves on the tree
dancing

autumn leaves
the girls talk about
christmas

autumn
from the gnarled trees
fluttering birds


- John tiong chunghoo

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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash....



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Nameless


Indian summer's longdrawn thread
all white in the earliest hours of day
unravelled from summer's dangling hem
draws us to dream and meditate

In those smoky-yellow moments
when summer deceives us one last time
we thread a needle with the silence
the needle with a broken eye

- Jan Skacel