“A season of riches” by James Aitchison

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A season of riches 
Gold is growing
in the trees,
and at your feet
in the leaves.
Walk a pathway
dipped in gold,
softest green and
amber bold.
Soon we will feel
winter’s chills,
but autumn first
richly thrills.
                  James Aitchison

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