Notes upon a world of life on a cloudy windy day

The wind billows and bends tree trunk tops
Goose-egg grey in bright and dim hues nearing the edge of evening
The chill of coming autumn finally slips its subtle notes into mind's eye,
Gives a knowing wink and little clever smile
Saved best for the folds in between pillowy menacing tufts darkened to a coal murky shade, water filled
Breeze dipping into chilled but dotted warm pockets of Earth's last bold breath of Summer hard baked.

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