Along the Golden Avenue
gilt leaves are falling
at the last thrill of summer
life is filled with change
sunshine fills the noon
scattering leaves cars go by
on a tree lined street
brisk winds whip my hair
red cardinal is staying
for the joys of snow
a spongy carpet
on a path that goes for miles
ending in the spring
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