Fall Equivocation

3 Word Wednesday: Decay. Graceful. Riot. I offer a sonnet instead of the usual haiku.

Summer poises on the cusp of fall.
Beneath the trees, a riot of decay
proclaims the graceful aging of the year
from green to gold to orange, brown and rust
from canopy of leaves to crumbling dust.
As leaves dissolve, their skeletons appear,
a web of veins in fragile, bold display
awaiting final dissolution's call.

The weeds have dried to shriveled husks and splinters
filling yards with evidence of drought
and autumn heat equivocates, concealing
change of season. Still, we can't help feeling
shortened days. The time is running out
and soon we'll need to make our plans for winter.

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