Nature of Autumn
few colors, but green
a Fall stand out
spotty, the Southern reds
beautifully shaped
teeny, not trite
the fallen
up North, pleased
by ample leaves
the tumbler of hues
crimson and gold
over my shoes
as if snow
trees on both sides
of the streets, a treat
still, I know
my yard will overflow
raring to be raked
slurried by depths
piled on tarps
pulled down slopes
agonized over
forgotten the sparkle
the jumping pile
of a cheering child
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