Drizzling, cold Autumn tears
Dampen concrete paths
Sullen shadow crows
Puffed up feathers
Shiver on their bare perches.
Like a blaze two trees
Stand in the grey, glowing
Coral, orange, hints of peachy reds,
Bright, beautiful in the gloom
Of an October afternoon.
Flickers of thin, brown branches
Weave their way through
Reaching out to pull the winter in
Laying out the red carpet
For the VIP of seasons to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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