Fireflies In Flight
Under a canopy of lime and teal,
Nature creates a hazy, dreamlike scene;
as dappled light fuels the surreal.
And with an ethereal spectral sheen:
the leaves appear gilded: no longer green.
Orange carpets the barren hoarfrost ground,
creating a hypnotic, trancelike feel;
treading upon Death's skin, crackled and browned.
And the frosty nights have a frigid feel;
even though Autumn seems so ideal.
A fantasy of color and shadows;
highlighted by scattered beams of sunlight:
colored leaves are destined to decompose.
And yet, like flickering fireflies in flight:
they compete with the twinkling stars at night.
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