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Autumn Calls.
Hazel leaves ring out their chimes
in restless sway to take their flight,
beneath them lie the shells of boats
cast adrift on green sward sea.
From prickled globes in emerald coats
fall burnished gifts to child's delight.
Crane flies now shall heed their call.
They rise with grace to dance in time,
each fragile life to fly there, free.
Skim the skies to love, then fall.
As dies the year to earth's decree.
