A new and final Autumn has arrived,
Leaking of crimson licking gold,
Breezes risen, reaping the lives of leaves,
O how to explain this natural beauty,
Light spectra, biochemical analysis,
Plain paints, or abstract philosophies,
Autumn caught my blind eyes,
Wrought out over the span of skies,
This Milwaukee prize, this fall,
What a thing it is to reside in it all,
Wisconsin in metamorphosis,
And it transpires while no one watches,
Suddenly the beauty will change,
And bring the longing winter winds,
Towering buildings as mountainous range,
The land moves because it rescinds.
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