Fall
Colors of fire breath what little warmth remains,
Into the freezing picturesc beauty of Fall,
The leaves like heat sapped embers, release their stains,
The crisp cold hunger of winter can no longer stall,
It devours the short lived wonder of spewing gem-tones,
Trees left dead looking, in the frost of December,
They shiver and rattle their barren bones,
Their lovely color, a mere thing to remember.
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