How beautiful to blaze away,
Like an amber flame,
That dances in the crazy wind, 
And bundles to an elastic hair band,
After a morning shower.

How every thread-like leaf,
Carelessly frolics in the daylight hours,
Each a sculpture in blazing red.
And sunburnt and rain-spoiled, they stand,
Like the red tiles, on an angled roof,
How every sculpted lattice of a leaf, storms
The rods and cones of the beholder,
In those months of early Autumn.

While a flaming redhead,
Walks like the bride of Prometheus,
Bearing fire on her pinnacle,
Blazing away like those fiery petals,
Of an open flame lily.

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