flowers wave 

gently in the breeze

as evening 

colors the clear sky

apples hang 

heavily on branches


wait in fields

squash soup 

is on the stove

darkness falls 

and all sleep

with the morning alarm

all wake 

and stretch

looking out 

at morning

frost has touched 

the earth

everything is 

crusted in glass

oh how magical yet…

with the coming 

of the sun

all melts and 

the beauty of the morning

the beauty of 

yesterdays last flowers

melts away 

into the bleakness

of winter 


on the colors

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