autumnal breeze

Yellow leaves scatter,
Red upon the chilled river,
Smoky autumn winds.

A whirling dervish,
Splattered in colours of fall,
Recall our old gods.

Well-worn mountain paths,
Glimmering like arteries,
Bright with fallen leaves.

Blue smoke drifts upward,
While damp leaves of yellow-red,
Fall upon my head.

An autumnal breeze,
Smelling like sweet potatoes,
Ah, am I hungry?

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