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September

This is what is so beautiful.
It's around half two in the afternoon
The sun is shining
My page is shadow dappled with the overhaning
quivering foliage.
It's the middle of September and itís my birthday.

The middle of September and itís my birthday.
The phrase sends a tingle of excitement
around my stomach.
It feels so precious
so transient
It could slip and will slip away so easily
The corn is cut, golden, yellow grass
and foliage everywhere.
The breeze is soft
welcome
cooling the gentle mugginess.
It's so calm.

The air is filled
with the gentle gentle rustle
of leaves being combed with air.

The mountains blue, distant, clear and fields
are a million shades of yellow and green.

The grass here is soft and bright tender green shades.
Stippled rough tree-trunks.

I lay back
in the warm grass
felt packed earth solid beneath
and looked up into the boughs of trees.

So Beautiful.
A city person would die for this
love this
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Gentle.
Dreamer.

Andrew

 
 

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