Camouflaged in crisp sunlight, icy chills pierce an autumnal afternoon.
Divorced from the dagger of realism; I huddle in my safe cocoon.
A show of colors keeps secret of an oncoming death of the foliage
I use the surreal to paint over harshness, I am fall's most seasoned sage.
It is but a glorious facade, do you think not? To cover an apocalypse?
Golden leaves rustling ; a dying breath, chilly breeze on my fingertips.
A promise of silence is my camouflage, vowed to myself this Fall
Lips sealed, opinion wrapped in gold foil, I exit the scene once and for all.
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