Autumn Fire

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When the sun sets low in the afternoon sky

and the world is painted with brushes

dipped in blood red and gilded edges

the solitary grackle glides between purple shadows

The slow fires emerging on the horizon

can’t be doused nor quieted,

only muted by the furious rain

that washes away warmth that was Summer

As the scent of woodsmoke fills the air

and whiskey chases away the chill that

approaches on howling winds

Autumn announces its arrival

prompts: MadVerse 452 and 9/21

photo: mine

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