The Fall

Flurries from leaves of autumn rust,
Fill the chilled air hasten past,
Lost in wonder of death incarnate,
Quick to a loss of words by time,
Passing slowly seasons do change,
A world which realizes its own death,
And is reborn after winters gaze,
My favorite time of year passes by,
During the time I feel most humbled.

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