The jaded moss morning slips in
as kiwi colored dew settles down upon pear sage grass.
Dampened fern pine evergreen leaves
are held stationary by some unseen glue.
Soft blows the wind, gray boned white clouds
the remaining leaves that rustle in the trees.
Sun light veneer flows flaxen butter,
a brilliant vanilla white hardening the cold.
All hallows eve ashen slate
hangs in the mid morning smokey chills.
Arctic shivers catch the trees
disrobing and undressing in the seasonal changes.
In hushed and muffled quiet
barely wakened creatures step lightly
With cautious acceptance comes
to follow the breezes, surfing along the fallen grass.
The heaviness of the dew is upon the blades
bending down pressing tight against the earth,
Heavy is the air that breathes
layering the cold atop the warm.
Colors embolden deep and become embedded
with hued flows along the palette's edges.
Emerald greens cling to the branch as yellow limes pale
with crimson scarlet berried apples ready to fall.
The sugar maple, most colorful display of all
ochre yellowed gold hewn peach tangerine orange
Each knowing the end has come
and it's time for surrender to that final fall.
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