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Autumn's Art

When the lake holds the sky and trees
rippling magically in autumn breeze

like a pallet holding and blending
hues and shades never-ending,

then will I stir you, as if forever young,
with eye and hand and tongue,

and love you in ways various and new
that our moments fleeting and few

will be held eternally
on the canvas of our memory.

by Dennis Lambert

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