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Saturday, October 6, 2012

How is it
We forget fall every year
But it remembers us?
It remembers
Its palate of colors
Getting each vivid hue right.
It knows when to turn
The thermostat down for the night
And cool for the day.
It remembers to move the sunset
Just a little to the left
And shine the harvest moon.
It remembers to remind us
Its predicable
Even if we forget.

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