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It changes fast
that marbled sky
from sheets of paste
to curds of gray
and thin blue belts
with heads of steel
connected
by chain lightning.
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Clouds turn glassy
shadows break
we hasten through
the cracking storm
but pause to lift
our empty cups
to catch the rain
and raise a toast
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to the wild wind’s
un-leafing
of the fall.
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© 1993, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(re-post, revised)
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Seasonings 