I wear autumn

Upon my shoulders

Some say I hold fire

My paws dark as coal

And when I run

I am the fog

Early morning mist

Disappearing into the trees

I laugh haunting the shadows

To be mistaken for ghosts

That is autumn–those spirits

And they run their fingers

Through my coat

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