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It was three morning-crisp days ago
three mystic autumn days ago
three frost-bitten days ago
three fallen days ago
when nothing was as it seemed
and seeming was better than seeing
and there was more to reality than senses could sense
It was that kind of morning-crisp mystic fallen autumn day
when nature slipped on another overcoat and
the tree turned from summer dress and garb
and became a Regency era beauty
all beclad and beclothed in gold
sunlight captured in every leaf
bedecked with the fall of life
a seasonal gypsy coming alive
dancing and swaying and plying its charms
clad in gold coin and romantic Romani veils
a natural bedlam more fetching than found
gleaming and sparkling in any moonspun dream
behold this bright sun-yellow tree
this vase of God’s golden blessings
come to brighten the chill of fallen autumn days
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©2013 susan k williams
…………………….Published 2013 in A STREAM OF POETRY
………………………………STO RYTELLERS ANTHOLOGY
The Three Day Tree
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