Autumn days:
All russet - rain-glazed - glow amber
And gold - memories spring,
Translucent like fossil resin;
Evoking a signal – intermediate,
Something between green for ‘Go’
And red for ‘Stay’;
We proceed, though cautioned,
Defy winter;
Sip the last of summer’s wine
Savouring the steely-sweet taste
Of yesterday and the people we aspired to be.
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