all I can do is stare at the trees.
Minnesotan's love their wilderness!
http://www.dnr.state.mn.us/fall_colors/index.html
As they shed
their bright evening gowns,
I watch their bare branches grow.
And I have been scouring for a good Autumn poem
that quenches..
Autumn
The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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