As autumn fell on that quaint village 
Wisps of smoke pierced the darkening evening sky
Leaves fell to their knees with gentle rustling 
Not a sinner or soul near 

A river washed the countryside 
Winding the valley
Birds lost on the air
Colder, cooler, colour 

House lights disappearing 
Almost sequential 
Nearly methodical
Yet periodical 

The eve now still 
Colder , cooler, colour 

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  • Published: October 11th, 2023 18:46
  • Category: Nature
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