The trees are dressed in their most flamboyant
Like my grandmother dancing
In a bright pink dress,
Whirling across the floor, laughing.
Yellow-gold, apple red, pumpkin orange.
For a few short weeks,
Their colors are brilliantly joyful.
The leaves fall into brightly-colored heaps,
Dancing in the wind,
Smelling of autumn, cold air, frost.
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