Autumn
Canopy of gold red leaves
The only obstacle between
The lingering of warmth
Imprinted in the ground
And that certain slant of light
That graces afternoons
Of would-be winter
Treading earth like sky
In that the ground
Holds forms and shapes
That shudder and disperse
As year draws on
While new shapes drawn
In fallen leaves lie
Over ground and
Breaking under foot
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