Indian Summer

By Ruby Archer

Autumn leaves, why deck yourselves
In these brilliant hues?
Is it work of fairy elves,
Fairies to amuse?
Is it that you would prepare
For your latest breath—
Cleopatra-like, be fair
For the sting of death?

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