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Mist Upon the Placid Morn
Skelly247
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn :: Give up a gentle wrist, and smear :: Your bloody hues atop the green.  :: :: Cast a calming throw of heady peace :: Upon the cooling land. :: And as you grant the sun a final or warmth, :: Charge the silent :: With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push. :: :: Soon you'll semd a shiver down the watery spine of :: Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and :: Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come. :: :: Behold! your mellow spirit :: Hanging as a mist upon the placid more :: A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two :: forlorn Observers are we all of colder climes to view! :: :: Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning? :: Our adieu to fairer-weather life? :: Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring :: Nature's rhythm still abounds. :: :: But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times :: You know the drill :: Guiding us along a sloping path :: To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow :: The blue-ice bite of winter.