Gray Skies. Golden Trees. Poem by Dendroica Castanea

Gray Skies. Golden Trees.



I stand and admire
A beautiful fall day
A gun metal sky and trees of gold, orange, and red
My reflection in the glass stares back
I am transparent
Shining with the beauty of nature
I can see her inside of me
I know I am ready.

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