An Autumn Canter

High upon Mulberry’s head

Lives a fleeting fringe of red

Between the green and gold.

A scarlet harbinger of dread,

At least that’s what the Shaman said,

Before the bitter cold.

I think he meant it as a scold,

That even though we may be old,

We are far from dead.

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