by SL Ruth
Great cottonwoods, steadfast
In autumn's transcendent wind, yield
Summer's crop resplendent
Painted by Master Hand.
Morning's crisp yet hazy glimmer
Sends cotton fairy-spores snowing
A single leaf fares daintily, descending,
Shimmering golden bright
Upon a gust, commencing
One last wild free flight.
Ruffled stacks of color
Gathered against the garden gate,
Ruby red veined with yellow, make
Autumn's harvest in final slendor,an
Intrinsic, lovely sight.
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