Each day, shorter than the last,
Sun arcs South, grazing treetops,
Bleeding out its golden warmth.
Dogwood and Maple celebrate
With cheerful hues, bright kissed
Copper glint burnished rosy red
By morning's chill. While Cedars
Wave rusty flags, Douglas Firs
Turn listless and, darkly, brood.
Weathering growth's underside,
Each play their timeless refrain,
Warp 'n weft in Autumn's loom.
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Unlike our vigorous specimens,
A stranger to midnight frost,
Resolute, forces a lonely bloom.
All hail trumpet's heavenly scent
On this furthest Northern cusp,
As Angels collect sublime perfume.
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Out of this Earth
PoetryMusings on the luminous sometimes whimsical world of human love: Bring your heart to the Garden for a feast of Earthly delights but come prepared for unexpected twists and dark turns along the way.
