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Shades of Fall
A sonnet about the short-lived days of fall. |
| Shades of Fall When far, blue peaks are newly cloaked in white and summer's days have aged from green to gold, when in the air there hangs a crisp, new bite — that's when the short-lived days of fall unfold. Though fleeting, autumn's beauty still enchants as harvest hues of crimson twirl with bronze. Leaves leap into the wind in graceful dance, then gently drop and scatter over lawns. Swept bare, the bony limbs of trees reach out and pull gray skies around them like a shawl, for winter's frosty breath lurks all about and threatens to subdue the dazzling fall. As falling snow now gathers through the night, fall's vestige lies beneath a shroud, dead-white. |