Golden hue shining / finally recognized, seen / celebrate your glow / we adore your sheer curtain / our canopy in autumn

Golden hue shining
finally recognized, seen
celebrate your glow
we adore your sheer curtain
our canopy in autumn

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The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let things go. 🍁 #AutumnVibes #FallPoetry

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Wish I could March to the Larches. I suck on land nonowadays.
#FallHaiku

Larches so yellow;
Fall delights sturdy hikers.
We weak await pics!

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#Yellow
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Larches so yellow;
Fall delights sturdy hikers.
We weak await pics!

#HikePics
#Trees
#Yellow
#Haiku
#FallPoetry

AUNT LEAF Needing one, I invented her — the great-great-aunt dark as hickory called Shining-Leaf, or Drifting-Cloud or The-Beauty-of-the-Night. Dear aunt, I’d call into the leaves, and she’d rise up, like an old log in a pool, and whisper in a language only the two of us knew the word that meant 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, and we’d travel cheerful as birds out of the dusty town and into the trees where she would change us both into something quicker — two foxes with black feet, two snakes green as ribbons, two shimmering fish — and all day we’d travel.

At day’s end she’d leave me back at my own door with the rest of my family, who were kind, but solid as wood and rarely wandered. While she, old twist of feathers and birch bark, would walk in circles wide as rain and then float back scattering the rags of twilight on fluttering moth wings; or she’d slouch from the barn like a gray opossum; or she’d hang in the milky moonlight burning like a medallion, this bone dream, this friend I had to have, this old woman made out of leaves. -- Mary Oliver

It's the first day of #Autumn! Here's a favorite autumnal poem from Mary Oliver:

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