The dark shapes
of birds darting
in the solitude
of the clouded sky
over the still and silent,
darkly unreflecting
waters of the lake,
vanishing.
The bared trees
shivering in chill
gusts of wind
shaking drops of water
from branches
on their withered leaves fallen
on lichen and the dead grass
below, earthen colours
growing dark in the waning light.
28.-29.10.2025
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