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Crimson Canopy
Under the crimson canopy
The very light was tinged-
The bold sun of the afternoon
Filtered, before it singed.
The leaves seemed to leap from the limbs
As the maple trees bowed
Extending to us graciously
Their gems, richly endowed.
The ruby air so brightly glowed,
The grounded leaves crackled.
A sense of unreality
Pervaded, unshackled.
sensational