Midas Touch

Rustling leaves

whirling by

 

the forest –

turned to gold

 

a breeze

whispers cold

 

of winter

of coming spring

 

sun and planet sings

and sheds its pretense

 

back to bare bones

back to life

 

made simple

again

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