Autumn Memory

I see right through the green
of Florida's costume

the heat is a disguise
for it is autumn now

and yet there is a sign
the rain tree's russet pods

bring color to the breeze
and hints of what's to come

autumn is postponed
below the temperate zones

but deep within the swamp
the cypress shed their tears

the maple and the oak
await the season's change

and scarlet messengers
return again to me

with windblown memories
of bygone autumn leaves

by Barry Middleton

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and scarlet messengers return again to me with windblown memories of bygone autumn leaves = great verses, Barry.