Another Sunset

I wanted to write you a poem

But found my words

Froze on the tip of my pen

As I pressed it to paper,

Nothing capable of bringing to mind

Something so grand

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And so I sat beneath

The giant dogwood tree

As an Autumn breeze danced

In the leaves that had

Changed their shade,

The fresh green of spring had faded

Turned to a watercolor

Of oranges and reds

Before the final breath

And their browned shells

Fell upon earth

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They crumble to dust

Beneath overbearing sun

As mornings turn to cold,

A shudder best quenched

By a cup of coffee

And a newspaper that now sits idly

Waiting to be read,

A comic waiting for your laugh,

A crossword awaiting solving

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I watch the leaves

Dance to the earth

As the sun too

Now takes its moment,

Turning sky from blue

To an array of color

Before night sets in

Bringing around

Another end.