Sit here in faithful
Watch dry red leaves fainting
Dump crisp and dang peppy
Rack up run up mounting
Air so so blissful
Sudden count of number
In fresh yard, long knowing
Brown, green, dark, light umber
Beau ray of sunshine
Thru peep hole of treeline
As crack wind, through silence
Leaves drift in swift entwine
© daniel miltz
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