All the leaves fallen

Red, orange, brown

Each step their sound

My feet touching


 Summer passed lightly

Now we feel the change

Gathering all around us

We walk towards some


Bright light filtered

Makes a cathedral

A shower 

A warm bower. 


Resting awhile, 

We wait. 



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