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Crisping of the

Crisping of the fall air
chilling the leaves
making them turn
from green to apricot.
Can you feel the breeze?
As the sun goes down
winter is on it's way.
There are fewer
pinks and reds
that dance across the sky.
Now it's just the orange
with black
making the stars sneak out
to ease the sight for our eyes.