hang slack. Maple, elm and oak
lift torches to the blue of heaven.
A scarlet burning bush ignites the air.
Evergreens comfort the eye,
relief from all that fire and gold.
When my last warm season's done
and time's come to leave this world
of words, bright fields of language
where I play and sing, let flame
in me some final brilliant work
like autumn leaves in changing lights.
--Jeanne Lohmann
[Photo from Wallingford, Vermont]
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