Scattered leaves from a late fall storm
The last of autumn all come at once
Branches laid bare over carpets of orange
Optimism looks at the snowbirds
The frost, the fiery early dusk
In passage of the seasons, beauty
But pessimism lingers, a reflex
Twenty-one months in the making
Is this the Last Autumn
The snowbirds dwindling, last hope fading
The winter of a warming world come forever

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