Hues of golden brown fall from trees
Dancing in a frenzy swirling around.
Foreboding clouds sail on blustery winds,
A watery sun slides behind one, it rains.
The dew soaked grass feels soft as silk
Shrouding the valley, a ghostly grey mist.
Just for a breath the sun rests on tree tops
Climbing slowly for a new autumn day.
© Julian Clarke 2018
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