ON THE TWO HUNDREDTH AND TWENTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

The month turns to autumn

in my senses, yet the leaves

are yet to grow bright in the

colours of the fall; the dark

green of the late summer

covers what the cool breeze

heralds - the coming of the

dim, crisp days of rain and

the unrobing of the land.

14.08.2023

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