Woebegone the cold sunshine in chimney smoke.
Hallowed trees melt with auburn tufts.
Dispirits the rain in the evening wake' n' hoax.
Forfeit back to the thawed-out cabin,
The affluence of the harvest caressed the sky; its ragged paws.
Upon open widespread fields in time.
Call me, Autumn over wholehearted wonder.
Vintage progeny desire
Within October embers of orange bonfires.
Call me, Autumn.
In the shallow depths of the river's belly.
In the raging upset of the ocean's fists.
Call me, Autumn.
In the cold sunshine amidst the chimney smoke.
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