
Caught in the evening downpour, I am washed clean of summer. Summer’s red rock, red dirt dreams Sluiced from me with this autumnal drenching. Morning greets me with a cool hand Of sunshine upon my brow. Autumn whispers of a harvest Under skies of bluest topaz. A clear, clean, honest reaping In days yet to be had.
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Magnificent poetry. A profound piece of writing. Bravo!
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“Washed clean of summer…” An apt description for the change in seasons. Wonderful words for starting autumn in a poem.
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