Once on a twilight, solo stroll
Among the culminating hues,
I opened my mind for the private thrills
With which an autumn wood imbues.
Suddenly, in solitary spot,
Deep within one brilliant patch,
A potent wind, in quick surprise,
Rushed through full limbs to thus detach
The leaves, which fell so thickly down
On me, as in an autumn game,
Staying long in soft descent,
Thrilling me in rainbow rain.
~ Tom McFadden
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