On Autumn | 
by Beulah Gordon-Skinner | 
The trees are naked-
Branches devoid of  sated rows of acorns, 
pecans, apples and pears.
Leaves strewn onto fields of faded green grasses 
in hues of brown, burnt oranges and yellows,
Wrestled by the wind 
                                 and Timberlands.
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