The canopy of shivering leaves
danced the light across her face
Waking up dreams of soft spring days
followed by warm summer nights
magical in their own way
Now culminating in whispered wisdom
each day shorter than the last
punctuated by bright and rusty hues
Soon the days of stark sleepiness
will hitch a ride on the coat tails
grounded fringes of color
Light askance and limpid
cleared of fluttering distractions
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