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A Breath that Turns the Year Around
Autumn leaves an aftertaste that kisses cold. Then transfuses startled green veins with gold. A shivering whisper, slips through oak and elm. As faded yellow disciples tumble from their realm. As it hums through wheat; the heavy heads bend low. To ripen while the last warm amber winds still blow. A long-drawn-out sigh, draws summer from its reign, Gold and red leaves tumbling down to an empty lane. Thin mist curls upwards from the cooling ground, Cold breath slips down, through cracks, without a sound. Gasps rattle shutters, and worry the tiles and doors. Sends dry leaves scurrying like mice around the floors. Autumn breathes on apples till their red cheeks glow, Then thumps them down one by one onto the ground below. It finds the restless geese beneath the cloud. And beckons them south, to join the gathering crowd. At dusk its voice turns hoarse, as darkness grows. Growing rasping and raw, with winter up its nose. Then Autumn, now breathless, loosens one last leaf. It spins to Earth, collapsing, in gold-flared relief.
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