Clouds dump their jewelry;
Each leaf snaps a necklace and pours
a thousand pearls.
The leaf's brook congeals
into a crystal berry;
Wind plucks it.
I gulp the storm air.
Bare trees glisten like coral.
Teal grass sags like kelp.
Autumn carved from peach.
Skies, a slice; trees, core; leaves, skin.
All glazed with sweet rain.
A jog after rain.
Trees, like mothers with candies,
strew drops on my tongue.
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