Autumn bawdily exhaling
Gold leaves skittering
Bare branches shivering
Flaming persimmons beckon.
copyright Charselle 10/16/06
I was walking across a parking lot when a huge gust of wind blew all the leaves off a ginko tree and they raced past the other trees like little ballerinas rushing to make their entrance. I looked up and saw a tree laden with persimmons and was taken back a quarter of a century to a magnificent autumnal feast my girlfriend Debbie and I prepared. For a brief moment I could taste our persimmon pudding with hard sauce . This poem is dedicated to that dear friend Deborah Cummings/McDonald, I am forever grateful for her friendship and she will always have a place in my heart and be on my short list.
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