The Heath

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The gentle jangle

of canine jewellery

through the Autumn air

Multiple paws

pass over paths less trodden

Bird song on branches

A King's ransom 

in gold and ruby leaves

Tones of amber

dance in morning light

in this upside down realm

Through the aura

-vintage swimsuits, 

summertime picnics,

 scratchy records,

wah-wah trumpets,

 celebrations of good times - 

And with the breeze,

it passes

A glimpse into yesteryear

disappears

A snowfall of leaves

Like blossoms in Spring

Dance on the wind

circling

circling

Light catches

on half-green branches

Life catches

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