waking up
feeling the release
as the old Maple tree
in my yard
undresses himself
floating leafy kites
playing in windy streams
creating the ambience of a
a mellow cloudy autumn day
hearing its crisp crackling decay
under my soles
a fresh nippy pinch of coming cold
capping mountain peaks with white
woolen beanies
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