Maple dressed in orangeA strong breeze blew dark clouds across the sky this afternoon—puffy white above, steel blue below.
The forecast of a freezing night appears to be true.
Much of the grass has lost its color, turning to brown in these weeks with little rain.
The field, too, has faded, from the glowing golden tones on the hilltop of goldenrod.
Until the only colors are the subtle shades
of past stems, withered leaves, and fuzzy seed heads.
Already, the breeze carries tonight’s chill.
And, I am thankful for the blush on the oaks.
Ignited by the setting sun.
Warmth in their rustling leaves.
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