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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374852" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season <br>Changes its tense in the long-haired maples <br>That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves <br>Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition <br>With the final remaining cardinals) and then <br>Begin to sidle and float through the air, at last <br>Settling into colorful layers carpeting the ground. <br>At twilight the light, too, is layered in the trees <br>In a season of odd, dusky congruences—a scarlet tanager<br>And the odor of burning leaves, a golden retriever <br>Loping down the center of a wide street and the sun <br>Setting behind smoke-filled trees in the distance, <br>A gap opening up in the treetops and a bruised cloud <br>Blamelessly filling the space with purples. Everything <br>Changes and moves in the split second between summer's <br>Sprawling past and winter's hard revision, one moment <br>Pulling out of the station according to schedule, <br>Another moment arriving on the next platform. It <br>Happens almost like clockwork: the leaves drift away <br>From their branches and gather slowly at our feet, <br>Sliding over our ankles, and the season begins moving <br>Around us even as its colorful weather moves us, <br>Even as it pulls us into its dusty, twilit pockets. <br>And every year there is a brief, startling moment <br>When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and <br>Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless <br>Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air: <br>It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies; <br>It is the changing light of fall falling on us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Hirsch">Edward Hirsch</a><div class=q>
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Changes its tense in the long-haired maples 
That dot the road; the veiny hand-shaped leaves 
Redden on their branches (in a fiery competition 
With the final remaining cardinals) and then 
Begin t..."></div>
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