autumn's lighted end

A tunnel of trees, shadowed deep and long,

Autumn's colors blaze, a silent song.

Leaves a fiery orange, red, and gold,

A path of beauty, a story to unfold.

At the end a light, a welcoming gleam,

Promises of sunshine, a waking dream.

And there, a solitary, simple bench,

A place to rest, to find a peaceful quench.

AI

 

Taken at Wildwood Park, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

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