Darkened days now the norm
Temperamental winds usher in a frosty reality while
Falls grasp, tenuous and slipping,
Tries to remember days lost in an autumnal haze.
Fiery reds are extinguished and relinquish themselves to blades coated in a fine morning dew.
Wasting away, the tears of tomorrow are soaked into the earth with the
Promise of a new day.
The Zen Hiker 
Hauntingly beautiful.
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Thank you very much! This is such a great time of year and it makes writing about it so easy!
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I love your poetry and your words speak to my heart.
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Thank you very much. Your kind words mean a great deal to me.
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You are very welcome
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