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From the East
the Sun arose,
warming our face,
toasting our toes.

"A pleasingly disorienting foray into the fundamental perplexity of life".

Whiteness,
how I describe
the first snowfall.
Shrubs, draped
in white.
Lawn a
magic carpet.
Furniture
bearing a mantle
of Ermine.
Beautiful.

Walk the path
of life, without me.
View the fall foliage,
beautiful to see.

Red, orange, brown, yellow,
the leaves full of color,
reminding me of
believing in one another.

Clear, the air,
crisp the feel.
Late November,
almost surreal.

Pleasing the weather,
we had yesterday.
A need for more moisture,
as the rain stays away.

The frost is on the pumpkin.
On grass and leaves too.
Leaves turning golden red,
solid now, the frozen dew.

Frost laden grass blades,
blanket the lawn and
crystals in the dirt.
Icy, the feel of the cold
inside my nose,
as I walk the path,
there's cold on my toes.

The nights grow longer,
we are covered with cool air,
which covers our being
and our loved ones, everywhere.
Brightness comes from the East,
as a new dawn, cuts the gloom
while rays of the Sun
fill up the room.

Wind shaped dunes,
roar of the surf,
wait for me.

Smell the salt air,
hear the birds sing,
when the wind blows
the sand will sting.

Pelicans swiftly pass
over the shore,
the cry of the gulls,
are gone, no more.

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Abut the morning shadow,
sunlight streaks the edge,
as straws of moisture rise
in cold, cold Fall air.