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You can hear the sound of the bird’s in the distance,
seemingly making quite the ruckus. A horde of
crows, amongst others, flustered over what’s in view.
For a while there it was the lone call of an eagle,
possibly in distress – its call then fading
as it traversed further away.
The leaves are falling as branches sway.
Their last dance, a twirl, whilst they make their
way to settle upon the same below.
Vibrant fall colors are faded now.
And the haze adds to this shielding.
Some trees completely barren have no luster to show.
The lust for the warmth of the sun is ravenous.
And when its rays endure the day glows.
For the most part, it is hidden behind the white sky.
Accompanied by mist, low-line clouds, or fog.
I’m just waiting for the snow, as the temperature
dips below zero. No, not eagerly. More with dread.
Oh, that it would be spring instead!
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