Perfect as this autumn scene,
With those sudden cold spells,
Moving deeper into this territory of Castlegar,
Which we have seen,
Never remember those leaves,
Their shapes we know,
But their colors shift into the hues that show,
And in time they’ll seem to fall,
The rains cool with its liquid volume,
Cascading the many washes over us below,
Foliage will release when its time has come,
We will depart from this very woodland heart,
And all will return in spring when the songbirds begin to sing.
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