They flaunted their mystery, their enigmatic fiery hair tossing aside in Autumn’s soft zephyr blowing.
I crowed and called, begging for an answer, craving the magic they held but would not share.
As Autumn was nearing her hibernation, their fiery hair still was burning. They laughed their ageless laugh and wrung the fresh snow from their branches, flicking it at me.
I was but another set of eyes to admire and envy their shameless vanity.
Dawning Creations 
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