October
morning break of day
the
pastel colors of the trees
the
tinted sky in pink and grey
the air
is still, no hint of breeze
under
this misty, foggy veil
faded
hues on water gleaming
I can’t
make out the fine detail
wide
awake or am I dreaming?
specific
shapes just fade away
I walk
along without a sound
like a
painting by Claude Monet
a single
cricket can’t be found
no Crow
nor Blue Jay make a call
these
magic moments won’t last long
and in
the air a hint of Fall
the
rising sun will soon get strong
the
light of dawn is shifting fast
completely
changing atmosphere
this grand
illusion cannot last
the morning haze will disappear
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