Autumn, Line, and Sinker

If my mind is a fisherman’s net,
Then this Autumn is a sea creature mighty enough
To sink my boat,
And drag me breathless, strung along behind it by the tales it tells,
Dazzled by its every glistening golden scale
To the place below the sea
Where the weight of wonder outweighs my cares.

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