Fall
Ten minutes from home and I'm in the mountains.
Every red tree is a treasure, every colored leaf a jewel.
Just as I put my camera away, I'm pulling it out again.
For ninety days we partake of a spectacle,
a wonder that never grows old year after year.
When the last leaf falls, and the skies flatten to gray,
a white flake whispers, drops,
and a new feast begins.
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