Autumn at Cottonmill Park

Gold and ruby droplets
dripped
from the park's trees
that had once 
glowed in green.

I drove along
the Cottonmill road
as I pulsated
with Autumn's bloodstream.

Summer's heat
was a dimming memory
as Autumn painted
fresh stories
with God's colors.

I pulled out
of the park
as nature's canvas
labored behind me.

appreciationautumnearthnatureseasonsfree verse

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