Opalescent leaves fall
outside summer's green door.
Outbound, a year sparkles
once age has come with grace.
Orange sun, red roses
of a starry evening.
Old age looks back, dreaming.
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From the very first line to the last this poem is a gem of a season I am enchanted by. The season of beauty and reflection. Thank You! .
Thank you. The smiles your words bring will linger long.