Sweet Autumn, how you tantalize,
strum heart strings with your vibrant hues,
cause me to clutch my pounding chest
and snuff out silence with deep sighs.
A callow youth I am again
enraptured by sly sultry wiles,
ensnared within this lair of yours
like hapless Greeks in Circe's pen.
Your beauty's left me breathless, mute,
surprised as if a curling wave
had smacked me flat on hard-packed sand.
then drained me dry, word destitute.
If sprigs of leaves teased by the breeze
caress my hands or touch my face,
I pause to smile so mesmerized.
Sweet Autumn, I adore thy trees.
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