It’s Late (working title)

It is late
Through summer
I wagged at magpies
caught the warm rains
as they flooded 
down my back 
I basked in golden glows
many times over
Watched squirrels
leaping to and fro
in a dance to music
they only hear
Lent a hand to spiders
nimble paintings
And now, Autumn
I feel a deep surrender
My green skin
dries and turns 
illuminated gold
I die as I float down
landing softly
without tears
or regret
to gently cradle the 
oncoming snows

From Eugi’s Prompt “Autumn” https://amanpan.com/2021/10/07/eugis-weekly-prompt-autumn-october-7-2021/comment-page-1/#comment-34092

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