Autumn
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Autumn
colors the leaves,
as nature's brush dapples
inks of cerise, yellow, and gold
on a canvas of green with orange tints;
adorning the tops of the trees.
Nothing, not even Spring;
can compete with
Autumn.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2025
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