Portland Fall

We hardly refer to it as autumn here
Fall is the perfect term
The homecoming of a season to its name
Everything falls from summer heights
Into newly made beds
Clothed in clinging mist
Overcast loses its sticky grip
On the day's heat
Instead relinquishing itself
Downward to smear the
Charcoal strokes of bare trees
To insinuate its non-color into
The company of summer proud
Shades and hues of house paint
And garden plots once prideful
Now only exhausted and limp
Turning over in their beds
Pulling up tight the covers
Searching for a perfect space of
Comfortable slumber to await the coming end of
Spring's long wet cold journey
Around the Earth
The leaves
Are the snow of this place
Collecting in yellow brown
Gold rust drifts in the gutters
Against born to the wind
Faces of garden walls
And under the soothing lee of
Eaves and foundations
Topmost stubborn leaves
Rebel against the downward
Migration of their kind
Safety in numbers
They cling to the treetops
Disguising themselves as
Birds nests
Foiling the principles of
The season
Grass resurrected from
Drought's trap screams
Green enticements to
The leaves above
Fields of emeralds flecked
With golden flower tops
Winter's wet gray blanket
Arrives soon
Confidently finally stealing
The last fighting clinging
Colors from the light
All ends
All will return

What should you do? (multiple choice)

What should you do when you come across an ATM that is beeping loudly and asking whether or not you would like another transaction?

a) Do nothing.

b) Push the button indicating "no", retrieve card, give card to teller inside bank.

c) Push the button indicating "yes", make a withdrawal, let card remain in ATM. (Note: this is a crime.)

d) Push button indicating "yes", transfer all but $6.66 from checking to savings, let card remain in ATM. (Note: this may also be a crime but is way more amusing.)