Thursday, September 15, 2011

With A Breeze

It's funny, you expect it to fade gradually, but it ends quite suddenly, with a strong steady breeze that comes at dusk, within the time the evening train passes, blowing it's horn, and summer is gone. Tonight a soft steady rain falls at the sides of my house, taking down the first of the leaves, and my wood shed needs tidying, needs the first cord, to carry us through till the bright days of November . . .

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