Cupid is older and wiser now.
He comes disguised in leaves of gold,
Strolls through autumn like a nonchalant thief,
And shoplifts what hearts he may.
His arrows hide the true aims of Fall—
Earth’s great time to sew its seed.
Dry kernels fall in the hurry of harvest,
Unnoticed and unkempt,
Until the breedy earth says, “No?!”
“No more, and then the hush begins to fall.”
Nature may abhor a vacuum,
But Nature surely loves her Winter—
Who quiets her heat and gives her deep meaning rest.
And Eros smiles. His work is done.
He let Fall drop us
Smooth in the lap
Of the greatest lover of all.
-jenn long
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