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The Fall Sky

Swift tornadoes of rusty oak ascend from the ground

as it waits for the inevitable cover, thicker than frost.

 

At twilight, a dinnertime Orion hunts across the ecliptic,

like a mariner in a black sea of jewels: poignant, crisp, and undeniable.

 

In mounds of dark waves, heavy clouds rest on the horizon

and November phantoms litter fairy dust over the landscape.

 

The foliage shimmers with hoarfrost

and the season penetrates our reason and embraces our spirit.

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