Last of August rain
and mist,
dirty gray clouds
hanging below
endless white,
eye catching the withering
leaves amidst
the dark green.
The first
of September
all warm, gilded
sunshine,
scattered clouds in white
floating in the blue
and what has withered
becomes lost
in the abundant
bright green.
01.09.2025
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