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Summer's Dead
Approaching a grove of maple trees, my spirit soars with these swaying giants. Musky odors assault my nostrils; the smell of dead, damp, decaying leaves, nature's scent of life in harmony nurturing and invigorating. Sunlight pierces the bare canopy with flickering rays of its splendor. And a crisp carpet of freeze-dried leaves forms a mosaic of abstract art; a magnificent patchwork quilt stitched with burnt orange and magenta threads. Twigs tap a melodic, rhythmic sound, their mantra heard in lofty branches. And a gentle breeze tickles each leaf until they all laugh in unison; applauding newly fallen brethren lazily fluttering to the ground. In Autumn's scheme, green is restricted to grasses and mosses hardly seen. And awaiting winter's frigid breath; a rusty golden-speckled mantle painted with flames of searing scarlet, forms a fitting shroud for Summer's dead. (Blank Verse) 9/18/2017
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