All was calm, in the morning
After the autumn storm
Had stripped bare the
trees
And swept the fallen
harvest
To havens sheltered
from the gale
In the calm clear
night
The frost crisped the
land
Holding all in
suspended animation
Everything where it
fell
As the sun
strengthened
To melt away the frost
Leaves spill from the
bottom of hedgerows
Like golden coins from
treasure chests
In a vast well filled
vault
Soon enough this
fallen bounty
Would again be
scattered
Across the landscape
On the next autumnal
weather front
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