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walking barefoot
down a long dusty dirt road
hawk circles high above



fairylights dancing
on the dark waters below
moonlight on ducks wake



gourmet butterfly
dines at one rose, then another
which will win four stars?



just two months ago
this trees leaves were emeralds
now, magically gold



smell of woodsmoke
pumpkin glows in early morning sun
evening of year



capricious breeze
lifts high, then drops, autumn leaves
going its fickle way



low scudding rainclouds
warming their gray bottoms
on blaze of autumn leaves



carved pumpkin, eyes alight
greets princesses and pirates
who would have dreamed



frost on window panes
fork full of pumpkin pie
hearth and heart are warm






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