Autumn

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Autumn

The heat of summer bleeds

from the trees.

Golden sunrises.

Orange afternoons.

Fiery sunsets.

Summer writes itself

on the trees,

Then tumbles onto the grass,

Tossed by the wind,

Claimed by the long, long winter.

 

James Aitchison

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7 thoughts on “Autumn

  1. Lovely observations and insights. I’ll never think of summer changing to winter the same way again.

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