Fade www.jessicamcollette.com

Covered by fallen leaves

And orange pine needles

Once green;

Acorns on the ground

Become lost treasures

To be found;

By squirrels

Who prepare

For autumn’s sundown;

When a pointed finger

Issues an icy demand,

“Colors, fade.

You must follow

Winter’s plan.”

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