Sunday, 18 August 2024

AUTUMN MORNING

 

The mist cascaded down the hillside

Like a maiden’s hair

Tumbling onto her shoulders

The bare branches of the birch trees

Pierced though the mist like fingers   

Reaching up to the heavens

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