Cherry , huckleberry , and peach Indian summer bouquets glide across honey- brown sugar loam They rattle , crackle and dance at the cue of fragrant ambergris winds , gather in splendid sheltered havens , attending by cackling red-winged mavens Sing to me airborne madrigals , Cooper angels , Pileated conductors of the oakwood , choreographed lapping lakesides , the scrub of White Pines Land of the pumpernickel shadows , of cinnamon needle carpet cast adrift in the very breath of artist , lover and songster* ..
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