autumn
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sun sets an auburn
light on the lucid black
spruce trees and the
white-throated sparrow
on the ground as if lit
from inside in the spell
of an adirondack elixir
offering courage that
seems to elude the
fickle blue-green baby
tamaracks protesting
cadmium yellow changes
their branches surrendering
all to the season like
the loons being drafted
to coves and bays
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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