Harvest
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that gust of wind
reminds me that the world lives on
fall has come
the tropic fall is subtle change
and yet I know
another season passes on
grapes ripen
beyond the maple thicket path
a neighbor tests
the harbinger of ripened air
and I will dream
of mango gold and harvest moon
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