AUTUMN

A cold, gray day, a lowering sky,

A lonesome pigeon wheeling by;

The soft, blue smoke that hangs and fades,

The shivering crane that flaps and wades;

Dead leaves that, whispering, quit their tree,

The peace the river sings to me;

The chill aloofness of the Fall--

I love it all!

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