see the moon lay its Templar light
even the swing-set in its cold metal
Everything seems to glow richer before first frost, a last hurrah before the ghostly breath passes over.
Here is an example of a traditional fixed form borrowed from Vietnamese folk poetry.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
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