Autumn Sonnet September hangs like apples on a tree, Clothed in patchworks of ochre and russet, Morning mists and muted shades of sunset, Her cloudy face a solemn shade of grey. Grass is seeded and weighs heavy with dew, Capturing footprints in a damp embrace. Spiders leave intricate gossamer lace, A necklace of droplets reflects […]
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