Dashes of yellow, orange, red
Green undertones and earthy browns
Gray pastels turn to rain
In light of diminishing returns
That softer hues veil the end of day
When dusk embraces night in play.
The lanterns flicker in the forest dark
That light the fairy glades;
Gnomes and nymphs gather for a festive season.
Apple cider warm and pumpkin pies for good measure- they brought garlands for a reason
Stories told and sung in vexing verses
The sound so sweet and muddled
On the twisted tongues
Like silver tinkling bells
That ring announcing harvest rites
To gather once again and dance
Share the bounty of the land
With smiles, hugs, and kisses.
The poppies glowing red in remembrance
Of those who did not attend the feast;
For they sailed over the sea one day
So that gnomes and nymphs may live in peace.
In the night the fires flicker
And keep at bay the ghosts and ghouls,
Who trick or treat in frosty shadows
With moonlit damsels wearing masks
Summoning ethereal spirits
To haunt the grounds of the realm
Howling in the meadows.
Clouds parting in the mountain mist,
With bluer skies revealed
Where eagles swiftly glide
-Keenly keep an eye-
From brilliant distant skies
A bear that鈥檚 balanced on the log below
As frisky salmon hop
For a moment remain still
Around him
In the swiftly flowing stream.
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