Autumn arrived on Poets’ Day

Autumn arrived on Poets’ Day. Some skipped through leaves to the skirl of the pipes, kicking them high in the air. Some foresaw the bleakness of winter. The cold and grey in the cast of their eyes steeled the yellow and blue. Until a fun colleague dropped red leaves on their head and pinched their cheeks for summer.

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