My tribute and description of the vineyards of Cyprus as they give way to Autumn having survived the fight of Summer.

Scattered life and rustic hue,
please this artist’s eye,
canvas of great beauty,
in the distance lie.
Their fruits are no longer,
yet the life line still remains,
regeneration of nature,
as autumn paints and stains.
There is no loss in my soul,
I see only beauty gained,
yet, alas the crumbled soil,
shows death where last it rained.
Golds, Emeralds with earthy tones,
surround this simple eye,
absorb me, remember me,
I hear the summer cry.
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