A Promise of Autumn
The trees are showing a rich new colour,
Not the colour of death but seasons change,
The landscape waits for its winters sleep,
Before the autumn arrives with its own harvest moon,
A future laced in frost and snow,
That follows the plentiful harvest,
The love of the seasons on me it bestows,
That passion of life and love.
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