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Feb 2014
At last, a welcomed light Autumn breeze,

Whistling passed steepled roofs,

Gently lifting branches of the bowing sycamore trees

Lining dull gray sidewalks still toasty warm

From the sweltering heat of the day before;

Departing summer flees threads of deep purple clouds

Leaching westward from the eastern sky,

Inky streams clawing their way into lighter shades of dusk,

The new season has cast her dye.
Luther Lynton Seahand
Written by
Luther Lynton Seahand  California
(California)   
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