December here, with sun and the faint smell
of wood smoke in the air-
a late September day. The jasmine drops
a few last blooms; limes swell
and ripen, one by one, outside the door.
Dusk comes a little earlier.
Here, we will have months or years to eat
the apple of our hearts down
to the dark seeds. How leisurely the fall.
How slow the holy cold comes on.
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