the spin, the cycle, the magic of it all
the ebb, the flow,
the spring and the fall
it feels so soon and yet a year has passed
the cadence similar if not the same
time...ticks and tocks away
yet seasons go by the same name
the sun slants, and air cools
and the lungs breathe air heavy and wet
I never knew purple goes with orange
until I saw a perfect fall sun ready to set
nature it feels is eager to exhaust its color pellet
to show it off, to show it all
the strokes of yellow and orange and rubicund
paint the irony, the most colorful and yet it is fall...
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