Hills are watercolour
washouts
a walk in the soft autumn rain
Burnt sienna wren
Robins voice their boundaries
Darking trees against brighting sky
Village noises
Delicate dandelion heads waiting for time
stiff breeze rolls off the Atlantic coast – tumbling over striped summer fields
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