The crisp, orange daylight fades
into crystalline evening.
The stars, just out of reach,
twinkle in ballroom splendour:
Morse messages long forgotten.
The chill northern breeze whispers
rude suggestions to graceful maples.
Their blushes, still visible
in October’s early light,
soon thaw the frosted lawn.
Chimneys draw straight lines
over cool suburban streets:
auras redolent of porridge
and the warmth of brown toast:
fortifying strength for another autumn day.
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