Fall-ing haiku

Seasons seem to turn
like the slow ebb of a tide.
Drained then renewed.

Grey quilts thick with rain,
sunshine scatters asunder.
Autumnal allusion.

Mellow fruitfulness
webbed in quilts of spiders silk.
Spun to call forth seasons.

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