chill in the morning air

brings blessed relief

soothes my fevered thoughts

aromas become crisp

tart apple on my tongue

change is in the air

possibilities wind-blown leaves

swirling at my feet

edges newly turned

crimson, pumpkin, gold

some worship spring

verdant and fertile

but I am a woman of the North

explosion of my colors

rich in the fading light

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