As I awake from a rare restful slumber,

Dying red leaves resplendent in the brightest morning shine I see.

It’s the fall. Dying time. For all old leaves.

No rage just sad awareness that the cold winter and death for all that’s old is just a breath away.

Not sad. Just a fact. Make way for the new, the young, the untired.

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