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Jimmy Xia

Autumn

Familiar greens
Transition into crimson and amber,
Healthy leaves
Wither and drift to the ground.
The boundless summer days,
Are dwarfed by the hand of autumn.
Soon, summer’s warmth fades,
To reveal mellower afternoons.

A palm of cool wind
Strokes my face.
My footsteps
Crack the crisp, fallen leaves.
The submerging evening sun
Casts a flaming haze across the horizon,
Heaving a symphony
Of pinks and yellows onto the sky above it.
And like a ghost,
It vanishes.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]