Autumn leaves
Rustle soft and sweet
Brown fading to gold
Crisp apples
Nonstop dream
Flies sway
And drop
And sway
In a strange dance
Dropping violets
In the distance
Shaking off sleep
Dew lingering
Amber fine
But strong
Cold concrete
Tempered against
Neverending sky
This is what
Really counts
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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