September Golds
and Morning Grey
The first hints
of September,
through wisps
of light
in the still
fall
of early morning
air,
in the dapples
of age,
and grey
amidst morning
golds
as summer,
in bouquets
of sky
remembered
in dawn
still smiling
fragrant
beautiful
standing there.
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