Fall.
Sweet songs
fill the air,
in icy times.
'Neath magenta skies
stoic redbird dances,
on bare twigs, to his own song.
He revels in blue stars and snow
awaiting first rays of coral sun.
Touched by a mystery lady of green,
who still wields magic, in wintry weather!
Happy people pass, dressed for the cold
Purple butterflies lie waiting
for gold days, like those we knew-
of singing...
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