Embers
a poem
Embers
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Surrounded now by
short deft strokes
of cadmium and ochre –
a golden cloak unfit for
winter winds; even
the graying green of the field
is layered in lively yellows:
Above and below glows
without benefit of sunshine. The
final fall colors burn from within,
embers of the late summer.
