Autumntime

The twisted trees are shedding leaves
Upon the autumn wind.
The air is cool. So peaceful, now,
I turn my gaze to view
The powdery clouds suspended
In a sky so soft and blue.
The lily pads ablaze with green
Across the water top-
Waterdrops like diamonds in the sun…
The red-orange trees are set afire.
The colors take my breath.
They shimmer in the morning sun-
Too soon they meet their death.

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