Place In a Moment
Smoldering Autumn
wraps her golden arms around this place,
admires her reflection in the still duck pond,
and sends a chilling wind
beneath a sky so blue, it hurts the eyes
to look at it.
Autumn
dresses house and shed and barn
in red and yellow ruffles,
and those who live within
light the hearth,
sending plumes of fragrant wood smoke
to meet the peppered scent
of Summer's dying breath.
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