Early Autumn

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By Albert Ahearn

The calendar foretells summer but the trees, fauna and I know that Autumn is now upon us in spite of the Gregorian. Deciduous trees are shedding their kaleidoscopic, colored dead on the earthen ground below; and decaying scents fill the air, nostrils, the mind with reverie of indelible yesteryears. Squirrels burying recent finds, cheerleading and football practice Unmistakable, autumnal, recurring signs of its presence.

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