The kinglets have come,
ruby-throats are leaving,
and today I heard the sapsucker's
whine.
Gold plated pawpaws,
crimson painted sassafras,
and frost asters blanket the fields
in lace.
Red-tails circle above,
drab yellow-throats forage in the garden,
and days, like black walnut leaves, float gently
away.
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