the accoutrements of the autumn garden
the lion sits, basking in the fading warmth of the sun's low angle
the cabbage unfurls layers and layers of purple flesh
taking one last bow, the skirts flared wide over the ground full of brown leaves.
The beauty of the autumn garden
lies beneath the discarded foliage of the neighborhood
and hanging in abundance on the vines,
awaiting the arrival of a great gang of birds
hungry and wanting.
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