A Change of Seasons

I could see the autumn colors
in the orange morning light.
They were just a hint till then
when the great, golden ball
lifted off the equator
and slowly took flight
in a sky no longer night.
Sunrise meeker than the day before
eased into the trees
and lit the leaves with yellow rosiness
gently delicate

yet coming up is a wind so strong
it will turn oceans,
erode mountains,
and sift the shifting dunes.

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