Autumn
I take many a walk
In forests where
I can observe the wonder
And magic unfolding there
Drifting silently in soft descent
Surfing on the unseen air
A palette of golden beauty
Beyond my ability to compare
Seasons end
But none so fair
As the final brilliance
Of autumnal flair
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