
DAILY PHOTO: Oakland Cemetery
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brisk graveyard day -
fall hues and cloudless blue
warm lost souls

against blank gray
a bare tree branches
to defy fog’s screen



a crimson tree
stands out against pines
and azure skies

the fire climbs,
changes shape, and fades
until black remains


a stinkhorn unfolds,
drops its gauzy skirt,
and soon is gone
