Autumn
Has let itself be known.
Beyond this point crimson fire
has burned through the horizon.
A shower of leaves blaze through
the swaying brown wheat, mournful
at its harvest.
The pink berry lives in the fields
of orange.
Sleek pines counter the fluid
movement of color.
We have lived through the world
together,
Gazing at the textiles of fall.
The yellow shores and the azure bay;
The russet meadows and the neon
wildflowers.
Draping vines move their petaled
fronds
with their transparent silver and
shades of gold.
And here are the chestnut oaks as we
speed towards the
Rising Sun,
the world
gray in the
morning.
Amazing!
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