By Sue Vincent and Charles Robert Lindholm
Can you see
the first golden
flames of autumn
start to show
as the leaves burn and turn
into glorious colors
as summer drifts away
on the memories of yesterdays
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Long fingers of fall
Reach, curling—coppered, gilt-edged,
Weathered verdigris—
Chilly grip mocks sun’s pert rays.
Winter’s spirit—muffled glee;
Azure breaths, he blows my way….
©Caddo J Veil, 2013