The world’s a riot color day
with slants of prismed rainbow shine,
and skies as blue as flaming seas,
and leaves of ochre, pink, and thyme.
And every then and now the breeze
uncolored though his hand may be,
wafts spots of bright around the trees
in wild swirls of colors, freed.
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So here let’s sit surrounded in the fall,
and careful mark the beauty through it all.
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Photo by Marko Sun on Unsplash
