My love, you're magnificent.
Your dying leaves are so lively in colors, contradicting both life and death.
You are as alive as the array of colors you burst of.
You are as dead as the leaves you let go of to make new.
The crisp air hugs me, it's a hug with little warmth but yet feels like a smothering fire.
You are a symphony of colors, I just can't choose which is my favorite.
The fiery red that burns without any warmth,
The orange embers that glow even as the others simmer,
or the yellow that is the sun of fall.
You are magnificent in all your beauty.
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Word count- 101
Published: July 15, 2024
Prompt: Write a love poem to your favorite season
