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Falls Arriving
by james g. piatt
I hear the breath
Of fall’s last gasp,
In the midst of white
And chilly winds,
It coldly foretells
The final day
Of summer,
Where tiny birds
To weather bend, and
A warm dog becomes
The hobo’s
Best friend.
Bio: James earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from Brigham Young University. Two of his relatives, John James Piatt and Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt, were prolific poets who wrote their poetry in the eighteen hundreds. James is retired and spends his time in the summer sitting along side a river penning poetry and writing short stories and suspense novels. He has had over one hundred poems published in poetry anthologies, magazines, and journals.
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The Fox Land by Santiago del Dardano Turann from the Spring Issue-Poetry
Contemplation of a Drawing by Tom Sheehan from this-the Fall Issue-Story

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…..Near the sea in autumn,
Your laughter must arise
In its cascade of foam,
And in spring, my love,
I want your laughter
To be like the flower I anticipated,
The blue flower, the rose
Of my resonant homeland.
_ Pablo Neruda

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