The flame of swamp maples
fallen
sizzles cold black
in the still water;
yellow embers cool
on the frost-tipped earth;
yet
high
on
one
lone
tree
a candle of leaves
flickers bright
fanned by the breath
of the autumn sun.
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100 Day Project - Days 34 - 41
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