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Nature's silver carpet
In Autumn makes its bed
'Cross hills, dells and valleys
As flowers bow their heads.

Where memories are awesome,
Where landscapes don their gowns
In colors of the rainbow
And fickled shades of brown.

Where the chill of the eve... dawn's reveries,
Where the soul meets deja vu,
The bones tell of the solstice
While the heart longs... Spring anew.

James Joseph Huesgen