Autumn Finally Arrived. And When It Did,

My Biggest Fault Is That The Faults I Was Born With Grow Bigger Each Year.

Our Faces Were No More Than Ten Inches Apart But She Was Lightyears Away From Me.

But Metaphors Help Eliminate What Separates You And Me.

This Was Something Sure To Be Crammed Full Of Warm Secrets, Like An Antique Clock Built When Peace Filled The World.

Age Certainly Hadn't Conferred Any Smarts On Me. Character Maybe, But Mediocrity Is A Constant, As One Russian Writer Put It. Russian Writers Have A Way With Aphorisms. They Probably Spend All Winter Thinking Them Up.