After the great heat dissipated
and rain swept the night, on
this morning the light touch
of autumn is everywhere
to be seen, smelled and heard,
from the proliferated yellow leaves
on the high leafage of aspens,
birches, lindens and junipers
to the altered faces of people
passing below on the alleys,
on which dark pools of rainwater
reflect darker clouds; those
transfigured visages of human beings,
with a touch of regret and loss,
reflect the arriving fall,
withered leaves to descend.
22.08.2022
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