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North American Dreaming: Observing Autumn

William Burkholder's poem evokes the season of falling leaves.

The tree branch bared from the autumn air,
The leafs brilliant fire,

A crisp wind blows,
letting all of us know,
that yet another season has come.

Another day will come to pass
when the leaves will fall gently,
and lay in the grass.

The reds, the yellows, the colorful hues.

The crunch,
the smell,
under my shoes,
while walking down an autumn path.


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