Autumn Magic poem three Peek Peek. Weep weep Steamy and weak Tired from lack of Sleep sleep. Saturn and Pluto Are not being meek One talks of noble The other of Love love. Tensions increase While I melt into Chores, habits and good Food food. Letting go of expectations Putting on a beautiful robe Challenging a dark Mood mood. Magic is gravitating away from the past Weep weep. Sweep sweep.