Cool mornings give way
To weekend hikes with old friends
In warm afternoons
With a few hawthorns blooming
At the entrance to the park
Two lovers hold hands
And dream of hours together
And a long future
The fountain at the courthouse
Is turned off to save water
The heat of the day
Continues into evening
With a sky that's clear
A comet, for a few nights,
Appears on the horizon
While at the zenith,
In the cool October air,
The half-full waxing moon
Lighting the deserted walk
That meanders through the park
Several flashlights
As policemen scan the grounds
For possible clues
The snowfall accumulates
(A world without rough edges)
On the Christmas trees,
For Sale at the Used Car Lot,
Many-colored lights
Dad sings to his son a hymn,
A song that's ancient and new
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