August End
The castellated treeline frames a hazy setting sun ,
lone hawk looks out for prey in silhouette,
the overture to twilight's next performance has begun,
it's audience are still, the stage is set.
As pastel greens and yellows turn to neutral greys and blues,
the dusk rinses the sky from East to West,
hay bales litter fields, witness to busy days,
spread out like an unfinished game of chess.
Leaves slowly turning copper ,signs of dying Summer's embers,
While cooling air reminds in whispered promise of September.
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