Painted Promise

The garden glows of brittle bronze…
While purple leaves bog shores of ponds..
The grassy fields once waved in jade-
Now, dance a golden… sun arrayed.
The vivid woods and forest by..reflect great rainbows to the sky.
Though we may mourn the freshness of spring and beauty of summer, autumn is but a painted promise of was lies hiding, waiting to come alive in the spring!

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