Autumn Mirage
by Raelyn Whitney

Countless beads of amber
shot through with brazen gold
pinned to broad stalks of bronze
'til set free by the cold.
'neath the orange canopy
but o'er earth and stone
a dusky pool fills the grove
with a forest of its own.
It seems to be in summer
but darker, deeper hues
like a sliver of another world
a mirror we see through.
Its trunks are dark, and almost black
its leaves, a
midnight green
but as I watch, the image fades

again an autumn screen.

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Poem Copyright 2013 by Raelyn Whitney


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