November half-light...
sun's blood in the western sky
and the hallway floor
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autumnal palate
in the foliated leaves,
and the twilight skies

my thoughts are scattered
like foliage in the wind...
can't catch even one
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November half-light,
the western sky all a-flame...
pinks mixed with the blue

overhead the sky
a deep crimson and pink
where just before, blue

fire in the west...
the clouds and the sky
all burning

earlier sunsets —
even the sun flees before
the coming winter
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the autumnal hills
are now monochromatic...
winter approaches

rain in November...
foliage in the puddle
hides my reflection
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inverted tree —
all its leaves
are at its roots
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the hairs on my head
fall like dry autumnal leaves —
winter comes for all
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warm November day,
so much sun it is a shame
the trees have no leaves
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roaming in the field,
feasting on autumnal grass,
four cows and a bull
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drive through the country,
golden trees on either side,
the road unfolding

last day of the week,
sunset over autumn hills —
can't wait to get out
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All Hallows' Eve eve,
deep within autumn's season —
childhood nostalgia
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warm October day,
russet leaves against blue sky,
their smell in the air
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sun breaks through the clouds,
illuminating the hills,
of red and gold trees
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leaves colored like fire,
all swirling in the updraft,
rustling in the dawn

fresh bruise in the sky,
and the office behind me —
soon it will be dark
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autumn colored drink
steams from my open thermos —
it's my morning fix
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October morning
welcomes cold air from the north —
frost on the pumpkin
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