Like a permanent sunset that even the colours of rain cannot muddy, the fall foliage is awash in red, yellow, orange and pink...
Fall's glory inspired me to write the following poem on the subject as I enjoy a visual feast of colour from every tree top.
The Gypsies of Fall A caravan barters in rubies and gold saffron sings while emeralds sleep weaving an amber carpet placed at God's Feet leaving the silk road of summer in measured retreat -Sharani
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