Michael Kuznetsov

(Brookline, Massachusetts, USA)

The Blaze Of Autumn

Falling leaves of red and yellow,
Sprinkle softly on the ground.
As the air so pure and mellow,
Filters through the world around.
As the wind just as reviving,
Bellows through the sleeping trees.
And it's humming in the branches,
Like the humming of the bees.
As the world now falls asleep,

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