The season shifts
Painting the trees
In preparation
For the falling leaves
Clinging to their shadows
They cannot resist the call
Drifting in whispers
Blanketing the ground
In russet tapestries
Their echoes resound
In the bright colours
Of the fall
© Ann Bagnall

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