Autumn Jogs Gently

Autumn jogs gently
Through the garden
Brushing his legs
Against the green fern fronds
Wet with recent rain
Kicking through fallen leaves
Feet barely touching
The sodden ground;
The breathing
Of a seasoned athlete
Brings further showers
Of yellow, brown and orange
As he completes his circuit
And heads home.

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