Autumn


The sound of the October rain floods the dark forest 

The wind and rain are kin to the creeping death that swallowed the emerald wood

And the splendor of summer lies down to rot on the forest floor

To begin their radiant homecoming like an ocean of fire, all amber and gold

Here is a moment in the great circle, like a spent breath of the great spirit 


 

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