Amber Spill and Russet Whispers
Written: October 08, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Quote: Autumn described by Albert Camus as "a second spring when every leaf is a flower"
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The maples slowly kindle into flame—
While amber spills beneath the wandering sun
The beeches burn where summer used to run,
And russet leaves flow, whispering their name.
A copper hush descends upon the hill—
Where scarlet vines embroider stone and tree;
The afternoon turns honeyed, wild, and free,
As fading things become more beautiful.
The sapphire shades appear by the trees,
A clothing designed to reduce cold.
All the foliage turns to glorious gold—
Then glides out of shadow, sinks on breeze.
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