November ghosts rush in
painting loosened leaves
on windy days
you feel the change,
it's in the air.
Shades of autumn hues,
notes from colored flags,
tinted pages falling,
covering the ground
as filtered rays dance,
chasing shadows in the wind.
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The autumn landscape in all its shades and hues comes alive in this poem. Small and Lovely.