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Show PSALM FOR LATE OCTOBER Each poet has the right to sing in praise Of autumn's crimson kiss, to say a prayer In honor of the claret leaves, to raise A voice in gratitude for f a l l , to dare To celebrate the apple-heavy trees Resplendent in their scented time of grace, To note the chilling premonition-breeze Of death and arabesques of bare-branch lace. And I , the poet, have the g i f t to write Pale braided wheat and pen a sunset glow-- The sanguine leaves, faint ashen skies, the flight Of clustered birds to south, the f i r s t s t i l l snow, I ' l l set this season down in words of rhyme, As God grants golden autumn one more time, |