Before
leaves turn
Autumn
casts
its fruit
Oaks drop
their acorns
some losing
their fringed caps
Green drupes
of hickory
and walnut
roll in grass
their moist husks
a puzzle box
for busy squirrels
Seeds helicopter
in the breeze
and crunch
between my shoes
And the air
smells
like
Fall
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