Autumns Cold Gray Sky
Sky as gray as fresh concrete. Cold like her too. Jet plane noise permeates
atmosphere, but we cannot see it yet. Plants are brown except for red sumac.
A flaming reddish blue, high class red. Winter is waiting in the clouds to be
summoned. Autumn sighs, not ready to relinquish her season.
autumns cold gray sky
her browning up is complete
jet plane noise ahead
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