Decorate The Dead
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Atop a cold breeze,
Jack Frost inks the trees.
etching pigments on each leaf;
orange, gold, and red,
decorate the dead;
in colors beyond belief.
It's silent at dawn;
the songbirds have gone.
Painted leaves litter the ground
swirling in the air,
falling everywhere;
like confetti tossed around.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2024
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