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light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green



the sun rises
over the river,
worlds collide

before opening,
a crow takes a table,
and demands service

a rotten log grows
a vibrant mushroom cluster —
soon to rot, itself

when Fall leaves are green
and pale yellow, i get
citrus autumn mind

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy

autumn afternoon
sun catches one hillside;
the other is shy