A Golden Fleece
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Flickering sunbeams inking Autumn trees,
edge the leaves with ribbons of molten gold.
And raining confetti with every breeze;
leaves tumble to the ground as nights grow cold,
crafting crunchy mosaics to behold.
With rivulets of scarlet and cerise,
an ocean of color floods the landscape.
And as gilded leaves weave a golden fleece,
yellows get added to the ticker tape;
and Autumn's parade begins to take shape.
Crimson embers flare into orange flames;
incinerating all traces of green.
And living up to the hype Autumn claims;
chartreuse and Puce emerge onto the scene,
as the air smells earthy yet crisp and clean.
As Nature senses Winter's arrival,
songbirds fly south, and squirrels hide their stash.
While bears hibernate for their survival
amongst sugar maples and mountain ash;
where vermillion and amber motifs clash.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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