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Leaves fall from the trees

dry fruits hang on their barely bare branches

with some resistant leaves.

The verdant soil now changes

into a pallet of warm colours,

red, yellow and brown hues enrich the royal tapestry.

The lazy sunshine tempers the breeze

scattering its golden rays,

painting in gold the vastness of the orb.

The playful wind whispering a cadence

of decay, sweeping away the leaves

in a journey of dissolution and decay.

The greens and browns turning

into sepia.

The nude desolate environment wears

shades of grey in his neglected veil of Autumn.

The ceremonial costume emerges to honour

the arrival of harsh, maleficent Winter.