The most beautiful autumn forest in the world, by Sanghyan Jeong
Autumn’s Call
by Priscilla Turner Spada
The light beyond the autumn trees,
with orange, amber, ocher leaves,
glows like gold and beckons me.
I’ve heard that when one has a near
brush with death, there is no fear,
the path to light is crystal clear.
When one returns to tell the tale,
with a visage awed and pale,
from coming close to that far vale,
the shining image that’s been met
was not the silent, final death.
Winds still whisper, you take a breath;
It’s only fall, not winter yet.
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