Autumn leaves crunch and crackle under my feet
The ground ablaze with orange and crimson flame
They flicker and swirl in the surging wind
Slowly dying to blackened ashes
Falling to the ground like fiery snow
A paint box of leafy shapes
The trees branches devoid of leaf
In a slowly drifting mist against a world of grey
Golden fabric spiralling to the ground
Forming a rich and royal carpet
Of bronze and copper patterns
Only to be covered by winters white gown
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