Gold at my feet

As I slip into my pale autumn complexion,

my garden goes to town

in orange and brown

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As I feel the light slowly being stolen,

my garden scatters golds and yellows

regardless of shadows

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As I fear the oncoming chill and grey of winter,

my garden wraps me tight

in its vibrant glow of warm light

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As I watch colours fade and plants decay,

my garden is ablaze

with treasures

Rosehips

And as I drop spring bulbs into the rapidly cooling soil, I find this…

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