Etudes

Autumn is a solitude.
Winter is a fortitude.
Spring is an altitude.
Summer is an attitude.

Summer is a multitude.
Autumn is an aptitude.
Winter is a quaalude.
Spring is a prelude.

Spring is a lassitude.

Summer is a longitude.
Autumn is a gratitude.
Winter is an interlude.

Winter is a beatitude.
Spring is a platitude.

Summer is a verisimilitude.
Autumn is a semi-nude.

- Elaine Equi
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Whiteout

At first the hush -

its hallowed falling,

weightless white dust.

And then how fast

it covers the world

grays the day

grounds the birds

erases the way you came,

routs the ghost of the last leaf –

how like shock, how like grief.

- Lorraine Robain
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