Outside this morning in the wet I saw
Leaves dipped in the gilded ink of autumn
Their tips glistening red orange gold
Stems still green, clinging to the warmth of yesterday
Burning wood mingled with smoky coffee
Shiny hay-like grass tinged with verdant moss
Crows flown into the cloud-draped landscape
The muffled sounds of the season arrive.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
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