Gasp at the blazing Maple
Stealing our oxygen
Listen as the birds bump wings
Arriving and departing in terminal C
The grass stunted and quiet now
A bit of daylight chipped from the sky
Rust, yellow, orange and red
Butterflies surround the ground of naked trees
Curling their wings upward in the crisp night air
praising autumns splendor
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