CRIMSON FOG

Blood red gauzy fog

filters through fall leaves

lately turned crimson on tall maples

standing at attention,

likewise, old soldiers donned

in crisp red jackets,

between my deck and

the Kennebec riverside.

Chrysanthemums, newly blossomed,

glow as brightly as a bouquet

of shiny copper pennies

nodding toward the warmth

of the rising sun.

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