I would like to propose a few modest changes to autumn.
First and foremost, I would like at least twenty
percent of available leaves to turn royal blue in color. And when the blue leaves fall, I want the
wind to sweep them straight-up, twirling, until they vanish in the sky.
Migratory songbirds birds shall sing their last
best song from a perch position on the top rail of my fence before they depart for
winter.
Elk must bugle between 2:00 and 3:00 each afternoon
so we can firmly schedule time to hear them.
Yes, to early morning frost.
No, to untimely blizzards.
Finally, each sunset shall challenge rainbows in the
matter of color presentation.
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