Fall

I stood there

On the fall of a day so chilled-

Millions of leaves

Encircling halos,

Starlight patterns

On brick and granite.

Gently tousling my hair

Stealth and silent

Each one fell

A vibrant gold parade.

Fiery star,

Hung her head in shame

For her beauty could not surpass

Such a bright flurry.

This timeless dance

Surrounded by Man’s greatest marvels,

Ghosts and wounded sky

For the beholder-

Quite an awesome spectacle

For the beheld-

A turning of the season.

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