crisp blue sky framed by fire-red
and perfectly golden hands.
wind chilled porches spider webbed
and lined with glowing faces.
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I liked this. Sounds like a hopeful fall to me. Also the "fire red and perfectly golden hands" remind me of a song I like that says "a flaming Ferris wheel hung where the sun used to be, and I watched its buckets dip and dance" so you get extra points for that.



