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my morning is the color

   of falling leaves and rain,

beautifully sad

   as they mingle and dance,

staining my remembrances

    of summer glory,

as this new season’s palette

    shaded in death,

 casts fiery images claimed

     by my soul,

while warning in the air

     whispers bitter night’s dream,

to be slept warm at the fireside

      till the kisses of spring.