This morning
Cool winds brought the first fingers of fall
to days that still burn hot.
My maple, her branches drooping in the heat
Presents the early offerings of her leaves
The gold coins of autumn.
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This morning
Cool winds brought the first fingers of fall
to days that still burn hot.
My maple, her branches drooping in the heat
Presents the early offerings of her leaves
The gold coins of autumn.
Written by
