even from the timber road
well above the farm
there was no mistaking
the fox
a bright flame
bounding up
and down
through the pale green stubble
of the autumn rice fields
hints of red
and orange already tint
the green mountains
our shadows stretch longer
as winter grows stronger
we ease
across the surface
of the lake
the wind
gently erasing
our wake
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC
even from the timber road
well above the farm
there was no mistaking
the fox
a bright flame
bounding up
and down
through the pale green stubble
of the autumn rice fields
hints of red
and orange already tint
the green mountains
our shadows stretch longer
as winter grows stronger
we ease
across the surface
of the lake
the wind
gently erasing
our wake
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