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Autumn flame
There is something
In the autumn air
It wakes and stirs feelings unpaired
Of my native blood
In a manner of its warming touch
Hinting to a changing mood
From the distance familure past
Memories pondered a forecast
The scarlet color of changing trees
Leaves shake and make its sounds
Every hill and on the ground
Looks like its in a flame
The wind calls and echos my name
poem
by
Howard Johnson
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