Everywhere I look
there is a visual feast.
Autumn is lusty, lush.
Sky-blues that are intense beyond
description....
The music of seed pods wafting
in hearty breezes.
I hear her call.
At my feet are small vignettes;
Lovingly placed by wind and chance.
The tell-tale color of
morning frosts and nights that chill.
Ah, Autumn!
You are a delicious conundrum.
Peeking from a tight shawl of grasses,
more life that refuses to succumb.
The scent of heady earth and
warm growth.
Delicate and fine;
from where did you come?
Laughing at the weather,
the contrast of delicate petal and
sunny face.
I see Autumn dance her dance,
of sleep and color,
quiet and wonder.
The resilient in lavender.
And everywhere, the touch of flame.
Fire from her petticoats
that trace across the land.
Autumn is shedding the crinolines,
layer by layer.
Leaving mystery and fire,
cool and crisp,
sweet and quiet.
One last party before
Winter Sleep.
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