The first date arrives shyly, a whisper at dawn— the air holds its breath, then exhales a cool promise. A single maple, embarrassed by attention, tips one branch into gold.
Here is the full text for “Dates of Autumn,” an original poetic piece written in the spirit of the season. dates of autumn
The fourth date is a wild one— the wind tears down the maples’ modesty, shakes the oaks until they rattle their brown secrets. You find a feather caught in the screen door, and the moon is a thumbnail scraped across black paper. The first date arrives shyly, a whisper at