There is gold
in the air
ruby wealth
underfoot.
There are showers
of ocher,
breathing fairies
and wonder,
sprinkling mist
on cool weather,
building paths of
true splendor.
There is magic
to tread through,
parting leaves
end of season,
mixed with dazzling hues
of the richness of nature
spilling forth
onto you.
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