This nearly autumn time
and a field set aside,
grassed green and partly shadowed.
Late afternoon, evening almost:
a confluence, a convergence
there of nature’s diagonals.
A house and home
hide under a darkened wood,
in the light trees stand *****
with leaves for a while yet
before those September storms
and wet October’s mists arrive.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
This nearly autumn time
and a field set aside,
grassed green and partly shadowed.
Late afternoon, evening almost:
a confluence, a convergence
there of nature’s diagonals.
A house and home
hide under a darkened wood,
in the light trees stand *****
with leaves for a while yet
before those September storms
and wet October’s mists arrive.
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