Poetry Friday: Life starts all over

It's been a busy two weeks, but I didn't want to miss Poetry Friday again, as I did last week. I confess I'm throwing this post together in order to wave my hand in the air and say, "I'm here, I'm here! And I'll come visit you too!" 

I've been known to share a particular quote from The Great Gatsby at about this time every year. It's a must, because it perfectly describes my own rebirth when I move from Summer-Wilt to Autumn-Crisp. 

So in order to call this a poem, I arranged the quote as such. If you aren't familiar with it, may I introduce you to this perfect little observation: 

Thank You, F. Scott, for Capturing Autumn 

"What'll we do
with ourselves 

this afternoon?" cried Daisy, 

"and the day after that, 

and the next thirty years?"

"Don't 

be 

morbid," 

Jordan said. 

"Life starts all over again 

when it gets 

crisp

in 

the 

fall." 

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The inimitable Jama Rattigan has the Poetry Friday round-up today. 

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