as I sit and rest and be outside
watching the sun's light
fleetingly move along trees
then brush, then woods
as if by magic- it's golden glow
scattering about the forest
a prelude to nightfall.
I sit, feeling the chill about me
as it sinks into the land
as the earth turns upon its axis
and fall slowly creeps onward , into all things.
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