Down a well trodden path through drying bush
Between tall grasses bearded or burnished golden red
softly rumpled hills of faded green
trimmed in orange rusting prairie bush and tree
Tall rushes in a dense marsh stand in deep still waters,
filled with busy lives of beavers, frogs, and birds.
Summer's breath held in azure sky.
In awe of autumn's spontaneous grandeur.
"Fall has always been my favourite season. The time
when everything bursts with it's last beauty, as if
nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale."
~ Lauren DeStefano, Wither
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