pungent, sweet, decay
giving up their color,
an aerosol of autumn
deep, rich aroma
maples leaves fallen
almost like ripe tomatoes
their colors dripping, urgent
giving off fragrance
in the wet fall morning
offering up for our pleasure
in their appointed season;
a whisper of springtime
of our planting in the soil
Edited May 25, 2013
“Fragrance of their colors
– v2”
October 14, 2011
“Fragrance of their
colors”
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