See the perfect sky of November
cloudless, cool, southern sun,
garden of blue eternity
vaulting over rioting trees, leaves
shouting that life is good
as they fall and cover in red
the green world
in perfect red
as in perfect blue
life turns inward
like the planet
to pursue
the fleeting sun’s
fading hue.
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I love november sky. love your write. Regards.