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Embers

a poem

Embers

Surrounded now by

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short deft strokes

of cadmium and ochre –

a golden cloak unfit for

winter winds; even

the graying green of the field

is layered in lively yellows:

Above and below glows

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without benefit of sunshine. The

final fall colors burn from within,

embers of the late summer.


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