Comes the blessed autumn like an artist in the night
Painting green things gold and silver
In the summer’s fading light
All the mother’s children scurry ‘neath the skies that weep
And grow plump upon her many gifts
As the earth prepares to sleep

~ Dawn Black 2005

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