Show starts at two
across the road
with wind and rain—
girls shedding
enflamed leaves
in a slow strip tease
of fire exposing
long white limbs
in a chorus line
of dancing nymphs
along the creek
all ready to go
skinny-dipping
come hell
or high water.
drycrikjournal 
Oh, those girls . . .
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I’ll never think of Autumn any other way but sexy. You have upset my decorum. Very neat metaphor.
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Thanks. It’s good for our decorum, yours and mine, to be upset, to reassess what may be possible and appropriate. I have lived through so many fiery falls and naked winters across the road from my dancing nymphs that it is natural to anthropomorphize, to personify them—every dance a little different depending on cold, wind and rain… and me.
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