This morning’s Autumn sun came slanting through
the trees of burnished orange and flaming red.
Crimson and gold fire flashed against the blue,
bronze and vermillion gashed, and nature bled--
as if the whole world was ablaze with blood.
So it seemed as we drove to school that day:
the children laughing and oblivious;
innocent and ignorant in their way,
of insig…
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