Even the grass glistened,
each blade ablaze,
and the leaves, gold and russet,
sparkling wet, trembled
a little in the breeze
that set this dazzling scene
in motion.
Even the air glimmered,
and a flock of starlings took flight
from a bronzed oak
at the end of the road,
soaring as one, tilting
toward the sudden sunburst,
wings reflecting the briefest
glimpse of this magical world.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: James Jordan (CC BY ND 2.0)
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