Berries ripened, hips turned yellow to red;
mushrooms appeared so clean in the grass;
and still a flowering here and there,
as if spring was in the air
not winter on our minds.
But when the leaves turn colors,
the wind turns cold and brings them down …
… before we, at least, are ready.
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