Autumn’s Breeze
Forestall that chilling breath which augurs change and pirouettes the leaves in slow ballets on air. Your choreographies arrange them on the ground in colors that amaze. Spare some that early fate while summer wanes to give the forests time to fully blaze and me, warm afternoons in quiet lanes to thank how nature's palette lets me gaze.
the last line did read: to see how nature's palette can amaze
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