With colors so bright
you can almost feel the heat
as the sun lights up the leaves
in a blaze of red and orange...
Last night's raom still lingers,
the scent assails you
mingling withe the smell of autumn wood,
the aromo of decaying leaves
and fallen trees turned to logs
a rich sweetness fills the air
like the fog that still floats among the ferns...
The light, coming down in beams between the trees,
seems frosted
though it is not cold enough for that yet
It is dust particles we don't feel
dancing on the air currents
Man changed the time this weekend,
another hour lost
but there are still twenty-four hours in a day...
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