YELLOW, ORANGE, RED
Yellow, orange, and red—
Summer’s bounty of life, winter’s death of it all
have been wed.
Early frost spells—
What else could you ask from the fall
pastels?
Our town—
Starting to stall
down.
Yellow, orange, and red—
What else could you ask from the fall
down?
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