Autumn

I wonder
what the forest feels
when the cold
comes probing  its shame?

Its tremulous green
turning
into a
kaleidoscope of blush.

Those
boulevards of rotten veins,
which had once echoed with sunlight,
now spill their
harlequin epitaphs
onto the sky.

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