Bright colors of red, orange & yellow paint the treetops.
Leaves fall like lovers in the wind,
dancing a romantic tango,
taking their final bows as they touch the ground.
A grand finale.
The crisp air pinches my nose,
warning of a cold winter to come.
It smells of the sweet fallen leaves,
combined with the spice of cinnamon,
& the deep musk of a crackling campfire.
Early sunsets.
The sun plunges below the horizon
As the sky is washed in brilliant colors-
pink,
purple,
red,
orange &
yellow!
And like a great flame,
the sun's light is extinguished.
But tomorrow holds the promise
of a new day.
-E.
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