Over there, there is a tree,
among the other trees,
beneath the sky, above the ground,
they simply stand amidst the breeze.
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'such beautiful debris' - I really liked that, and the poem as a whole. The rhyming isn't forced on the reader, it just allows itself to be heard.
Autumn is without a doubt my most favorite time of year! ! I love the cripsness in the air...the woodsmoke drifting from chimneys...the colors...ohhhhhh the colors...if I could only paint them as they appear... I love that time of year! ! Hugs, Dee