Horizontal and vertical lines
Flowing beyond creation's confines
Cross to form an angle sublime
At the edge of my cubicle
Through it I view a scene that dazzles
Canvas like without an easel:
A tiny tree with pale leaves shaking,
Strewn along thin boughs entwining
Behind, the world grows clear and hoary,
Sudden gales turn calm ponds stormy.
Autumn's brought with it this year
A settled bliss my heart reveres
Please tell me what you think
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my favorite color and season as well

