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Amber spilled over the foliage,

The trunks of the oak forests are blacker.

Transparent air. In the blue

The forest appears, and the distance is more visible.

And the yellow leaf trembles in the branches.

A gray crown, freezing’s birds.

Crown of trees covered frost.

Will warm, when spring comes.