I reflect on yesterday
And the colors
As they clung to the trees
Haphazardly
In a firey glow.
But now,
Beyond the window,
Crisp leaves swirl and hiss
And dance the hillside,
Then land among
The last green remnants of summer.
And the bare limbed trees
Stand fraimed against the wind
And wait
For the white veil to descend
In the guise of winter.
~Author--Sue~
Copyright 1999
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