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| "Sunlit Path in Autumn", oil by Jamie Williams Grossman |
SOME KNOCKING
A Sonnet for a Coming Change
Some knocking could be heard beyond
the fence,
a sound like Autumn wishing to come
in.
I wondered why the knocking seemed
intense
but also soft, like kisses on the
chin.
I soon began to hear some quiet sounds
outside the door of our small house,
and saw
September standing there. We strolled
the grounds
and met good Summer waiting to
withdraw,
and talked of cooler mornings
coming, and
the golden leaves, and surely snow
before
too long. And then September waved
its hand
to Autumn as sweet August locked
its door.
Soon I heard a softer knock. A
butterfly
had come to wish me well and say
goodbye.
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