The fallen leaves
of a sheltered tree
form a shadow
made of yellow,
a pointillist shadow
painted yellow,
‘til the wind blows
angled and low
to send that shadow
on its way -
or ‘til the leaves
turn brown and crisp…
whichever comes first.
The sun is out after
days of gray,
and no fog or cloud stands
in my way
of seeing skies of blue.
foggy Fall morning:
one bank is clear, one hazy —
both of one river
thin canopy woods.
light hits the grassy ground
and it glows green
when Fall leaves are green
and pale yellow, i get
citrus autumn mind
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