Trees shedding leaves

Along the road.

The sun

Shining on

Stretches of land.

Golden bales of hay

And freshly ploughed fields.

Painted white barns

Standing at the edge.


A backdrop of trees

Steeped in canary yellow, forest green

And wine.

On a chipped front door,

A wreath of acorns and pinecones

And below the front steps

A wicker chair

And a sleepy doggy

Curled up in it.

The sun touches its smooth black fur

With the heat of its lemon-tinged bands of light.

Beneath the chair,

A pile of unswept


And twigs

Brown and brittle. By J. Hamilton


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