Soft golden browns
foretell
the aging of the year.
Leafless branches curve their shapes
against the autumn sky.
In their naked majesty
trees proclaim their individuality.
These muted colors, not the pastel of spring
but the palette of autumn
echo the early twilights,
the cloudy dawns. Rain
dampens and drowns,
pressing leaves against the frozen ground.
One morning, winter's white sheets
will wrap the earth
preparing it for its seasonal burial.
Now fall fades to sleep
stirring restlessly
as it turns its way to slumber.
by Pujakins
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