Autumn is my favourite time of year, she said. With a burst of transcendent colour.Like a sunset,The world marks its endingIn shades of flame. And yet,The ending isn’t an ending.There is life buriedIn the marrow of that wood.There is a promise of returnAfter the cold cleansing,and frosty quietOf a winter’s rest. Let us revel in …
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