Reflected in the lake were autumn's hues,
Red, orange, yellow in a wild mélange;
Distorted when the ducks and rowboats cruise
Beside the ramen shop where voices sang.
Red lanterns swayed, inebriated by
Rice wine, oblivious of autumn's chill;
I sat in wonder as the cold winds sigh
And slalom their way down the flaming hill.
Then dusk descended like a swarm of bees
To carry autumn's palette far away;
I closed my eyes to memorize all these
Before they’re all engulfed in quiet grey.
I had to leave although I wanted more;
"We'll meet again, perhaps in spring." I swore.
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