September
Dawn breaks,
the sun awakes-
an eerie mist bedecks
the stark conifers in a light
blue shawl.
out of focus
at the edge of my gaze
bathed in sun
a sepia rose haze
the draught ends
berries rot
beneath the
bramble
sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
anticyclones
hold transient sway
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