today I am visiting autumn
with my mind’s eyes
the crisp, clean air
fills the dazzling blue skies
the smell of woodsmoke,
and crushed fallen leaves
in burnished shades of ochre,
pumpkin and mahogany
and all at once
the connection to earth
and her astounding display
to decorate the hours with color
before she slips away . . .
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