Before the leaves

bud with their bright Spring promise,

bare limbs stretch and rest.

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Late January

and those few red leaves still cling

to their mother’s limbs.

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Having shed autumn

leaves, trees deck themselves out in

scintillating ice.

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Lit with morning light,

frost-covered hills contribute

sparkle to day’s start.

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Now that fog has gone, 

sun sets the trees atwinkle

in the morning light.

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So much beauty can

be hard to hold, thus the trees

quietly let go.

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The day slipped out of

its grey overcoat and donned

a golden sweater.

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Autumn’s complexion,

even though ruddy and rough,

has a golden glow.

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Autumn’s dash of spice

brightens bland spirits, restores

color to pale cheeks.

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Surrounded by gold,

at least for a time, we rest

in fulsome beauty.

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