A Touch of Frost
Delicately balanced
on the end of a twig,
breathtaking beauty
on each little sprig.
Lavish hues, orange,
gold, yellow and red;
veils of leaves above
the forest bed.
Jack Frost and his paintbrush
paint colored leaves with flair.
Everything he touches
turns magic everywhere.
A sea full of color,
an ocean of leaves;
so exquisite the beauty
it's hard to believe.
The splendor of autumn
is how it unfolds,
bringing you back,
once again to behold.
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