"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Autumn is a time in the middle distance
It hovers before the eyes in persistence
A thing that seems too good to go on
And as though by command, is gone.
Leaves of autumn drift and fallAs soon as they turn red and gold.Then grey-lit skies do cast a pallOn all the branches, bare and cold.P.S. - There were these bright bushes that I passed by on my way back from clinic this afternoon. I named them the "flaming rainbow" bushes.
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