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Autumn Leaves
by LaVonne Boruk
"The autumn always gets me badly, as it breaks into colours. I want to go
south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like
a snow-leopard waiting to pounce."
~D. H. Lawrence, English author (1885-1930)
When summer sunsets golden glows fade
From mountaintop and fertile glade
Vibrant panoramas quietly unfold
Into luxurious carpets of orange and gold,
Purple, scarlet, citron, and bronze
Refreshingly bright as braided chignons
Let loose in the breeze of autumn days
Undimmed by gray smog's smoldering haze
A ribbon of highway meanders through
Verdant valleys 'neath sapphire hue
I tremble with pride for such beauty divine
In this country I love, the one I call mine.
©2000 LaVonne Boruk
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