Golden rays caress the sky
languid clouds
slowly moving east
an ever-changing mosaic
A cooling breeze
gently touches
the hilltop, slowly turning
brown as autumn progresses
Greens of leaves
makes way for the
grey of denuded
treebranches
Greens of grasses
turn yellow then
fade into the
background of blackened heath
The wind reminisces
as the sun bids us good night
angling its rays ever higher
airbrushing the sky pink
Slowly, colour fades
from the skye, the hills
the sea
Night has fallen
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