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Russet Harvest

Red flares of leaves
Under trees apples rust
Summer's season past
Sweet final sweep of sun
Eats at fallow fields
Tipped earth and cool moon

Hera knew when to take possession of the land
After earth's bounty had swelled and fallen
Ripe and rich to the ground
Vested in a cloak of russets, orange, yellows
Each a richness in its givings
Seasons show a generosity of apples to
Take us through gaunt times

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