Autumn's Pride
Of what overhangs
For the gorgeous skied
In hue and form and texture
Is of Autumn's pride.
Of what drops for it
With swaying motion
On whose path, city's, afloat
Free-hearted lover's
Of that rain, with open hands
Are, too, welcomers.
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