Autumn

 

If winter’s an etching,
And spring a water-colour,
Or summer’s an oil-painting.
Autumn’s the mosaic of them all.
My running flame over the mountains,
my wild-fire in the prairie,
my torch flung to the trees.
That blazing, gorgeous red that lights up my life.
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