Fallen leaves
All orange and red
Are so beautiful
From sight to sound
The luscious colors to the pleasant crunch
From being crushed underfoot
And the smell of their rot
Portends the richness of fall
The transition between this and that
Like a hand that beckons and takes you aside
To hold you there
If just for a moment
Because you should adore magic
And though it will all come to pass
You know its truth
And the warmth of moonlight
Carries you softly
Until you wake
Before a brisk morning
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