Autumn falls gently
crimson to gold leaves
drift to blanket the earth
like a mother’s loving touch
tucking her child in
for winter’s sleepy approach
the barren tree branches
like long brown fingers
reach to the heavens
soaking in the last heated rays
grateful for the glory
that was summer
and birds silent now
save their songs
as the earth settles into itself
safe and warm to wait
in peaceful acceptance
of what is
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