Fall Gladness

Crimson leaves, sangria skies,
harvest moon, and firelight
hail winds of northern birth
who sweep o’er a dying earth.

When these gales blithely blow
merry tidings of white snow,
gladness like a garment wear
for warmth in chilly autumn air.

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