The Whispers of Autumn

Whispers of autumn speak gently at first,

in the sweet stillness

of a cooler night.

With grey clouds rolling

pushing out the heat. Blue

is often brighter.

And in the morning chipmunks

gather extra food,

skittering, preparing

for the dance

of colors

in the light.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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