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Early Autumn

Fading sunlight shimmers on the saxophones
The final summer breeze rides over their notes
Trumpets threaten winter ice in the background

blasts pierce through
not yet reaching the full measure of their power

Summer has something left to say

An alto testifies on behalf of romance
that gift of summer moonlight

The baritone reaches up with the simplest "I love you"

Sweet sounds of summer ease linger as the pianoman's fingers swirl
stray leavesfallen to an early frost
The final rally of triplets trip
tumble
fall to the cold heralds of
our season's demise

Undeniable
the tenor laments the
passing on of time into
ghastly shadows of death
bare branches stretched toward heaven

seeking mercy
from the chill that settles

on my shoulders

-Angela Tremain

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