Rose-Tinted Shrouds
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Crimson leaves flutter with every brisk breeze,
sending cerise ripples through the treetops.
And as the Autumn winds tickle the trees,
sunburned farmers start harvesting their crops.
A scarlet sun bleeds onto carmine clouds,
inking colors that adhere to Night's brush.
And Dusk's magenta and rose-tinted shrouds
conceal Sol's death in a vermillion blush.
When Nature's pallet imbues Autumn’s art,
cinnabar collects on the forest trees.
And signaling Winter's about to start,
russet canopies shift tints in degrees.
Burgundy, fuchsia, and maroon leaves fall;
creating the masterpiece known as Fall.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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