Autumn Leaves
The Sun rises
pale and cold.
Her Light shines brilliant
through dew drops
on red-gold leaves.
Old words
vainly recall an idea
of perfection.
Tree frog green.
Butter warm yellow.
Smiling heart orange.
Finger toasty red.
Hush puppy brown.
See?
Old words.
Yet everywhere i look
is a new colour.
One i have never seen.
Never experienced.
I am bedazzled.
Spell bound.
I am in Love.
And all the more
because tomorrow
it will be gone.
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